"How unfortunate.... I suppose I don't blame them, though; they are only human civilians, after all, and likely don't have much experience or defense against such things as these." Jack would have nodded at the comment, if he could, chuckling. "That's probably for the best. At least, until I figure out how to use that properly.... I don't suppose you're familiar enough with polearms and such to give me lessons, Gaston? I'm a quick study, when I set my mind to it."
The skull returned Blue's odd look with a smile, which broadened into a grin at Bakura's laugh and pun. "No, indeed! I prefer to keep my head on my shoulders, thank you. Still though, I'm the only person I know who can lose their head and remain completely calm.... Why, thank you, Blue." He accepted the head graciously, pushing it back down onto his neck with both hands until it snapped back into place with a firm pop. "Ah, and by all means, call me Jack, if you'd like; everyone does." He clapped Bakura's shoulder, gently but with fair cheer, shaking his head in amusement. "I'm too important back home to not be known by my given name, and not important enough in Paixao for the pretension of going by my last...."
Skeleton Jack it was to all hands, then.... He preferred it that way; it felt more intimate. What would be best of all was if it really were intimate, and not just the superficial familiarity of fame.... Not that he wasn't friends with his citizens. But somehow.... somehow, did any of them really know him? How many would he feel comfortable baring his heart to? It was a faintly unsettling thought, and he picked up the scythe, this time holding it well away from him--and the others, for that matter--as he twisted the vertebrae again. The blade snapped shut with the same speed it had sprang open, and he smiled, resting the pole over one shoulder and glancing at the price tag before fishing in his pocket to unearth the coins to pay.
That would be his weapon then, and he hoped he could soon learn how to properly use it. Hopefully, Gaston had some measure of experience.... otherwise, he was on his own then, wasn't he? Ah, well.... He'd been doing fine for himself for decades; he'd manage this too. What about Blue and Bakura, though? Would they be arming themselves as well?
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The skull returned Blue's odd look with a smile, which broadened into a grin at Bakura's laugh and pun. "No, indeed! I prefer to keep my head on my shoulders, thank you. Still though, I'm the only person I know who can lose their head and remain completely calm.... Why, thank you, Blue." He accepted the head graciously, pushing it back down onto his neck with both hands until it snapped back into place with a firm pop. "Ah, and by all means, call me Jack, if you'd like; everyone does." He clapped Bakura's shoulder, gently but with fair cheer, shaking his head in amusement. "I'm too important back home to not be known by my given name, and not important enough in Paixao for the pretension of going by my last...."
Skeleton Jack it was to all hands, then.... He preferred it that way; it felt more intimate. What would be best of all was if it really were intimate, and not just the superficial familiarity of fame.... Not that he wasn't friends with his citizens. But somehow.... somehow, did any of them really know him? How many would he feel comfortable baring his heart to? It was a faintly unsettling thought, and he picked up the scythe, this time holding it well away from him--and the others, for that matter--as he twisted the vertebrae again. The blade snapped shut with the same speed it had sprang open, and he smiled, resting the pole over one shoulder and glancing at the price tag before fishing in his pocket to unearth the coins to pay.
That would be his weapon then, and he hoped he could soon learn how to properly use it. Hopefully, Gaston had some measure of experience.... otherwise, he was on his own then, wasn't he? Ah, well.... He'd been doing fine for himself for decades; he'd manage this too. What about Blue and Bakura, though? Would they be arming themselves as well?