a heavy hitter and a silent killer

[wickedprayers]

[ Thane wasn't quite used to not being cooped up in a room with his only view of the outside world being through reinforced glass. And the "outside view" was just more white walls and scientists. Needless to say, this has so far been an adjustment.

He decides to take advantage, which is why he's standing outside, along the walkways, taking in the ocean air as if he were breathing in air from the heavens themselves. The humid air is harsh on his lungs, and reminds him of the tests they would run on him that ultimately led to his breathing troubles, but it's also a reminder that he's alive, unlike the others.

He's almost as still as a statue, webbed hands folded behind his back, shoulders squared, eyes surveying the horizon as if he were watching out for something.]

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[licensetotrill]

[ Jaskier's got his flask in one hand and guitar in the other as he makes his way out to enjoy the fresh ocean air to play some music and work on some things in progress. He almost drops both when he turns a corner and what the fuck is that? ]

Christ child what the fuck!

[wickedprayers]

[ Thane could actually be mistaken for a (albeit weird) statue with the way he doesn't react, gaze remaining fixated on the horizon line. His senses are sharp, both trained and bred to be, so he's well aware of the presence before he sees anyone.

Even the guards and employees who wandered too near to his enclosure had similar reactions to his appearance. And, judging by all the books he's read, he knew he was a strange sight even before he surfaced. ]

Pardon, [ he starts, his dulcet voice seeming to echo with itself due to his strange vocals. He shifts his gaze to the other, hoping eye contact might make him appear a little more approachable.

His eyes blink in two different sets, like a lizard. ] I hadn't meant to cause alarm.

[licensetotrill]

[ The eye contact absolutely does not help.

Really, Jaskier startles again a second time at the movement and the voice - this is really happening someone didn't just drag back some questionable art okay.

He holds up a hand in the universal gesture of 'give me a minute', slings his guitar over his head by the atrap to free up both hands so he can uncap the flask and take a long drink from it.

Okay. Exhale. Flask re-capped, Jaskier makes a move to shove it into a pocket before he pats down his hips and remembers these pants do not have any. Right. Nevermind then. ]

Perfectly alright, apologies for the language. I take it you're one of the new arrivals?

[wickedprayers]

[ Ah well. He tried.

Thane waits patiently for Jaskier to gather himself, studying the other as he does so. He only ever had contact with scientists and doctors, sometimes security, and that of his own kind - though that was...unpleasant. He can't help but watch the denizens of the rig, take stock of their differences, their similarities. It's fascinating to him, though he tries to remember that his stares likely make them uncomfortable. ]

No apologies needed. [ Mostly because he still isn't completely sure on how human swears work. There seems to be an infinite amount of combinations with "christ", for example. Books rarely explain them. They're just there. Hard to be offended by it. ] Your take would be correct. They call me Thane.

[ He turns to face Jaskier fully, bowing deep at the hip. ]

A pleasure.

[licensetotrill]

[ A bow! How novel. Though Jaskier suddenly wonders if that's where he got his manners. Time will tell, he figures. He'll give a polite bow in return, with a bit more flourish. It's Jaskier, after all. ]

Thane, a pleasure. I go by Jaskier. Not that that matters much anymore.

[ He sighs. Dramatically. ]

[wickedprayers]

[ Interesting, getting a bow in return. A pleasant surprise, indeed.

Thane gives a tilt of his head. ]

Why wouldn't it? [ he asks curiously. ] One would think it matters now, more than ever.

[ To keep hold of your identity, that is. ]

[licensetotrill]

Well! Isn't that terribly philosophical?

[ But Jaskier seems amused by that, a small smile on his face. ]

I used to be quite famous, and nobody here knows who I am is all. I didn't think fame had gone to my head but I suppose I was incorrect.

[ He takes another drink from the flask before holding it out to Thane in offering. ]