[ He has a point. Pyrrha is well versed to physical danger and can generally compartmentalize a threat in one side of her mind and appreciation of the scenery in the other part. The stars are bright, not dampened by the city’s cheapened neon, the air warm and breeze soft. Pyrrha could close her eyes to appreciate these things and still be alive when she opened them, but not everyone here has that advantage. Her smile dissolves, becoming more calmly neutral. Her usual state is a tepid sort of politeness and she defaults to it now.
Jaune would know how to make conversation, she finds herself thinking blithely. ]
Well, I suppose, circumstances aside…
[ ‘Kidding,’ as he put it, isn’t one of her strong suits.
Reaching one of the abandoned check points proves a blessing. As soon as they’ve cleared it, Pyrrha gives a tiny twitch of her hand. With it, the metal gate behind them closes shut, softly and seemingly of its own volition. ]
[ Whatever caricature of night exists beyond the skyline of this cold, unnatural city, Odin clearly does not care for it. He scoffs at her response, shakes his head once in mild disbelief, and then he is moving on from the subject. The material of the duffel bag hisses as it slides over the top of the gate. ]
H-how…how’d you do th-that? [ he demands once the gate has clicked shut, having noticed the small gesture. ] Did y-you signal…someone?
[ Somewhat ill at ease now, he peers around their immediate surroundings as if searching for her partner-in-crime who could possibly be controlling the gate. ]
[ Although Pyrrha’s modus operandi is psychological advantage through lies of omission, she can’t actually bring herself to give mistruths to this young man when he presses the issue. That and, if he stays distracted for much longer, they risk being discovered once again. ]
No, it’s only my Semblance. [ And then, adding, because the connotation of that word might be foreign to him: ] I have magnetic abilities.
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Jaune would know how to make conversation, she finds herself thinking blithely. ]
Well, I suppose, circumstances aside…
[ ‘Kidding,’ as he put it, isn’t one of her strong suits.
Reaching one of the abandoned check points proves a blessing. As soon as they’ve cleared it, Pyrrha gives a tiny twitch of her hand. With it, the metal gate behind them closes shut, softly and seemingly of its own volition. ]
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H-how…how’d you do th-that? [ he demands once the gate has clicked shut, having noticed the small gesture. ] Did y-you signal…someone?
[ Somewhat ill at ease now, he peers around their immediate surroundings as if searching for her partner-in-crime who could possibly be controlling the gate. ]
no subject
No, it’s only my Semblance. [ And then, adding, because the connotation of that word might be foreign to him: ] I have magnetic abilities.