Uhh, well... [He shrugs a little.] Maybe? I'm kind of in the figuring things out stage, I guess. I mean–
[He shifts anxiously on his feet and folds his arms across his chest. He still gets cagey talking about it, even here, even in a place where everyone's a little more on the level, having powers and things being generally more open. But... there's a safety in the people from home that is easier to push beyond the hesitation with.
And Matt. He'd felt nearly instantly comfortable with him, which was still something that confused him, honestly.]
I'm... [He shifts again, and one hand wanders to the safety-net of the pistol at his hip. No intent to use it. Just. There. A grounding touch. He clasps his hands together, index fingers steepled and briefly touching his mouth before they drop away from his face and spreads his hands as if on display.]
I'm a Durast.
[Which Nikolai may or may not already know, Jepser knows there's strange time things that happen and he has never gotten the clearest picture of that from anyone, honestly. But the choice in saying it out loud is a thing. A big deal, despite everything else that says this is fine. Safe in this world. In this room.
It's a pressure released from his chest that he hadn't known existed until it was gone, like a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding.] Engineering seems like... a good jumping point in figuring out what the fuck that even really means.
[Practicing more. It was something he was working toward, slowly but surely.]
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[He shifts anxiously on his feet and folds his arms across his chest. He still gets cagey talking about it, even here, even in a place where everyone's a little more on the level, having powers and things being generally more open. But... there's a safety in the people from home that is easier to push beyond the hesitation with.
And Matt.
He'd felt nearly instantly comfortable with him, which was still something that confused him, honestly.]
I'm... [He shifts again, and one hand wanders to the safety-net of the pistol at his hip. No intent to use it. Just. There. A grounding touch. He clasps his hands together, index fingers steepled and briefly touching his mouth before they drop away from his face and spreads his hands as if on display.]
I'm a Durast.
[Which Nikolai may or may not already know, Jepser knows there's strange time things that happen and he has never gotten the clearest picture of that from anyone, honestly. But the choice in saying it out loud is a thing. A big deal, despite everything else that says this is fine. Safe in this world. In this room.
It's a pressure released from his chest that he hadn't known existed until it was gone, like a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding.] Engineering seems like... a good jumping point in figuring out what the fuck that even really means.
[Practicing more. It was something he was working toward, slowly but surely.]