The Khajiit’s brows rose, ears pricking at the group of Dunmer peeking out from behind a stack of crates, then to the guardsmen combing the docks. It didn’t take long to connect the dots.
“Two along this street, three on the docks themselves.” he muttered back, tail curling behind him as he thumbed through his journal.
J’hasi frowned, walking around the Nord and crouching down to pick up the snake minding its own business, basking in the sunlight. The reptile wound around his wrist and fingers as he stroked down its back.
“It’s harmless, unless you spook it.” he reasoned, shifting his hand to accommodate the snake’s curiosity as it slithered along his arm.
👑:Is your muse honorable?
In his view, as ‘honorable’ as someone like him can get. If someone challenges him to a fight for honor or sport, he’ll keep it clean, following his understanding of Redoran sense of honor. Once you try to attack him out of the blue, pull ‘dirty’ moves, or try to kill him, that’s thrown out the window. Honor holds no bearing in the Marsh, and survival takes priority over a concept his opponent has clearly ignored by that point.
Better-worded, previous answer here!
☯:What do they think of ‘good’ and ‘evil’?
Perspectives, to be entirely honest. At least when he was younger, things were that simple. I mean, half of Tamriel worships Daedra as good and Aedra as bad, and the other half holds the opposite view. But the more he thought about it (and experienced more of the world), he realized that there’s good and evil, but it’s almost never clear-cut. Determining which is which is based on circumstances, those involved, the possible actions that could be taken, and how those actions affect others’ actions.
It causes more stress for him to think about it so much (like he did when he was younger) so nowadays he doesn’t think about it too much. Especially with the different cultures he’s experienced since leaving the Marsh, trying to determine what’s right and wrong is something that constantly shifts due to differing values, perspectives, etc, so usually the only things he worries about are things that are more or less universally evil in his view.
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🍷:Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?
With shady people, he does it if he needs or wants something out of them, but otherwise no. If you’re the sort of person that regularly screws over decent people, and opportunity arises, you can bet your ass J’hasi’s gonna go for it.
Yep. While revenge for Baht could arguably be paid already, J’hasi uses it and the deaths of the Blades as fuel for his vendetta against the Thalmor, though it’s more the former he thinks of than the latter these days. Prior to that, incidents of revenge were very few and far between. He’s not a fan of violence, but he does have a nasty temper. The lycanthropy doesn’t exactly help matters, either.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
*s-sweats* …J-J’hasi like smooches… >__>;;;;
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
While he initially started out super serious (and nervous as hell), J’hasi’s chilled out a little and usually is more silly when doing anything remotely akin to making love. Maarzi’s rule for such things is that, if you can’t laugh with your partner while doin’ the do, it’s probably going to suck, so you can tell where that behavior/mindset came from.
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I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Similar to above, J’hasi with any sort of intimacy is a Big Deal™
and something he normally feels super vulnerable doing (and thus it’s SUPER SCARY), so initially it was something very serious. He was a little intense and on edge doing it initially, but after Maarzi didn’t stab him in the back after given his trust, he chilled out and is super sweet during those moments instead. Prior to that, the only people J’hasi felt he could allow himself to be vulnerable was Jeer and Sees, as Shadows frequently ridiculed him for being ‘weak’ when he showed vulnerability around him.
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N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Maarzi doesn’t do the typical do with partners that have barbs downstairs. She’s not into pain like that. It’s not often that this situation comes up, but there has been occasion or two that it has. There’s always fun alternatives that don’t include not-fun pain on her end.
He woke up as if surfacing from dark waters.
J’hasi gasped, scrambling to get upright, panicking when his limbs tangled in furs and blankets. The minimal amount of light filtering in around the crates he’d stacked against the doorway allowed him to see the stone walls and haypiles of his room in the College, rather than cracked ground and… His heart still pounded frantically inside his chest, his rapid panting making his ribs zing as they expanded and contracted. The Khajiit touched his hand over them, closing his eyes.
A dark-red cloud of swirling Blight and ash encroaching over all of Tamriel, following him, tainting the lands and the people, turning them strange and violent, the rapid bubbling of flesh into corpus ravaging their bodies into forms barely recognizable… Flickers shot through his mind, darting like hunted hares into the underbrush, each unsettling and reminding him what he’d been trapped in until he opened his eyes once more, shaking his head to dispel them.
“<Just a dream…>” J’hasi muttered quietly, staring at the pelts gathered at his stomach. He didn’t believe it for a second, but as bits came back to him, he pushed them away, getting up and washing up a little, slipping on something warm before heading for the Arcanaeum.
Imperials didn’t seem to hold much stock in dreams. If only he’d been blessed with that ignorance.
J’hasi frowned.
“…why the hell would I do that? Nothing’s in season, I barely have two drakes to rub together, and if by ‘him’ you mean you, I’d say you have a long way to go if that’s your idea of a con.”
nordicdragonborn:
“Just seemed like you didn’t have any time for this like you were in a hurry or something, which is why I asked.” Well at least the Khajiit wasn’t shooing him away now. “Let me start over, I’m sorry about that comment I made earlier when you were busy, I didn’t really mean to offend you but I didn’t exactly think about what I was saying – Wouldn’t be the first time.” The Nord said, offering a simple smile as a sign of good will.
“I don’t think I’ve gotten your name yet, have I?” A hand was thrust out. “I’m Herryk.”
J’hasi’s mouth set in a hard line at the offered handshake, staring at it like he’d more than like to cut it off. His ears flicked back before his gaze darted back up at the Nord’s face and the smile intending to placate him. He stared at Herryk for a few uncomfortable moments longer before…
“J’hasi.” he stated, leaving the Nord’s hand to hang there, empty. No way was he going to shake hands with them. They’d apologized a bit more properly now, yes, but that didn’t mean he forgave them just yet. His eyes narrowed a little, still wary of his new…acquaintance.
“Was that all, or did you want to reassure yourself that you’re a good person even more?”
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