Jules Dagger Samari, formerly Jullien eton Anatole (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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lifeaftr2019-05-20 09:00 pm
suspecteverything) wrote in lifeaftr2019-05-20 09:00 pm
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Who: Jules and OPEN
What: Glass residue and glass making
When: May
Where: The beaches of Enso
Warnings: Typical Jules warnings that he purposefully pushes people's buttons if given a reason to do so. Please don't tag him if you're concerned he will bother you.
Those who commonly wander the beaches of Enso might have discovered an interesting new phenomenon. For the past few days one part of the beach has been littered with fragments of glass. It's not your typical clear, sharp edged glass, but more of a beach glass variety. Little nuggets that are rather opaque with blunt edges. There's even one section with a huge divot in the sand that's nearly covered in the strange glass. Most days there's no explanation for the presence of the glass, but if someone gets lucky they might discover exactly what's causing it.
Jules knows the general principles behind making glass. It's only super heated sand, after all. Apply enough heat and it should presumably form glass. His fire is certainly hot enough to do that. The last few days have proven it. He's been rather successful melting the sand down into what resembles glass, but the problem is the glass isn't in any useful form. Glass chunks aren't going to create windows or bottles or anything else. The most they could be used for is throwing at someone, though that's hardly useful given they'd have the safe effectiveness of throwing a pebble.
Maybe he can shape it with a knife while it's still hot? That would be easier than using his mental abilities, though he's willing to try that if he gets desperate. He builds a small mound of sand in front of him before opening his second lungs and spewing out a burst of white hot fire. He manages to draw it down to a small stream after a moment and crouches down to continue heating the sand in a more controlled fashion. Eventually, when it's molten, he pulls back to stare at the glowing bundle. Not willing to sacrifice one of his good knives, he pulls out the one he's fashioned from chipped rock. Very gently he starts poking at the molten glass ball, seeing if he can affect the shape. As focused as he is on his work, should someone approach nearby he'll know in an instant. Overly heightened hearing and a history of paranoia and attempts on his life make identifying nearby people rather easy.
What: Glass residue and glass making
When: May
Where: The beaches of Enso
Warnings: Typical Jules warnings that he purposefully pushes people's buttons if given a reason to do so. Please don't tag him if you're concerned he will bother you.
Those who commonly wander the beaches of Enso might have discovered an interesting new phenomenon. For the past few days one part of the beach has been littered with fragments of glass. It's not your typical clear, sharp edged glass, but more of a beach glass variety. Little nuggets that are rather opaque with blunt edges. There's even one section with a huge divot in the sand that's nearly covered in the strange glass. Most days there's no explanation for the presence of the glass, but if someone gets lucky they might discover exactly what's causing it.
Jules knows the general principles behind making glass. It's only super heated sand, after all. Apply enough heat and it should presumably form glass. His fire is certainly hot enough to do that. The last few days have proven it. He's been rather successful melting the sand down into what resembles glass, but the problem is the glass isn't in any useful form. Glass chunks aren't going to create windows or bottles or anything else. The most they could be used for is throwing at someone, though that's hardly useful given they'd have the safe effectiveness of throwing a pebble.
Maybe he can shape it with a knife while it's still hot? That would be easier than using his mental abilities, though he's willing to try that if he gets desperate. He builds a small mound of sand in front of him before opening his second lungs and spewing out a burst of white hot fire. He manages to draw it down to a small stream after a moment and crouches down to continue heating the sand in a more controlled fashion. Eventually, when it's molten, he pulls back to stare at the glowing bundle. Not willing to sacrifice one of his good knives, he pulls out the one he's fashioned from chipped rock. Very gently he starts poking at the molten glass ball, seeing if he can affect the shape. As focused as he is on his work, should someone approach nearby he'll know in an instant. Overly heightened hearing and a history of paranoia and attempts on his life make identifying nearby people rather easy.
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"Are you sure he doesn't have some Andarion heritage? Not that Andarions intermix with other species all that often, if at all really, but damn it sounds like he does."
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There was a hesitant pause as he debated if he should share additional information before curiosity
and not wanting Hajime to be pissed off at him if he did somehow wind up therewon out."...It's literally part of your DNA, the need to fight others like yourself?"
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They still fought of course, but at least Andarion was mostly united under one banner now. He waved at his eyes to make a second point.
"The stalen gene that makes my eyes red is completely genetic. When it activates, it not only changes eye color but it literally triggers a compulsive need to protect those you love. I'd fight to the death for my family over the slightest risk or insult to them. That's literally hardwired into my DNA. Couldn't override it if I tried."
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"In Hajime's case... the need is to fight, defeat others and be the last one standing. It often translates into a similar hyper defensiveness of those he cares about, as well as a reckless rushing in at the hint of there being something strong that's worth fighting," he added with a faint, almost fond chuckle. "He's gotten better at resisting the urge, but once he gets started in a fight..."
He trailed off, worry very clearly evident in his expression. Hopefully, Lyall had been able to keep Hajime in check, with both his and Kenzaki's absence... he wasn't sure who else left could.
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"Definitely Andarion, whether he has Andarion blood or not. We do rather the same thing around people who are strong. There's just this urge to test yourself against someone stronger."
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Jules was one of those, primarily because he was just too damn stubborn to allow himself to die.
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"...Sorry, I didn't--" he broke off awkwardly before looking to the side. He was. Not good at remembering these things before he opened his mouth.
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Unlike his younger self, this Jules had no real fear of the Tadara. He was filled with simple anger and determination regarding her anymore.
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...even if he knew that he himself likely never could go through with it.
"...that people like that seem to exist, no matter the world," he finally finished, letting out a tired breath.
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"I know. Many don't even realize quite how bad the Tadara is until they're really experienced her at her best, which is to say her worst. It's too unimaginable otherwise."
He'd never met anyone besides dear old grandma who could murder someone over dinner in cold blood and then resume eating like nothing had happened.
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"It's always hard to believe that level of cruelty and indifference can exist, until you've experienced it."
...and even then it was still difficult. Especially when the signs that it was happening yet again were staring you in the face and you had no other choice.
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The worst part about that level of cruelty was that it didn't end with the person causing it. For precisely the reason Tachibana had shared, nobody ever believed the cruelty when it was shared. That made it all the worse.
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With the melted bits of glass, he had carefully formed three shapes; a large diamond, a small diamond, and a more complicated shape that he had managed to get to be in an mostly recognizable dagger shape. The last one had been where his full focus had been while the adults had talked. Diamond shapes were pretty easy to make, but a knife was far trickier to get to be recognizable.
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"Is that one supposed to be for me?" he asked as he gestured at the dagger design.
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"Thanks." He flicked a dagger out of it's hidden sheath at his back and dramatically compared it to Garren's design.
"Looks just like it."
Fade out point, maybe?