Emoteen said
MicahI look into Jake's eyes and displace something that has never been seen before in my eyes, and is unlikely never to be seen again. Absolute and utter sadness. I lean in and whisper so quietly it's barely audible;"I am unable to be removed from this existence, I've tried myself in every way imaginable. "The look on my face remains for a moment longer before my smirk returns. "To be completely honest, I'm surprised that I haven't seen you here sooner. I've been living in the area for about..."I trail off, then shout to "Julio, about how long have I been coming here?""About six months." His deep voice booms from the backroom. I point in the direction of his voice with a cigarette in hand."See? I've been here six months without incident."
Jake chuckles. "Do not joke with my Micah. We both know there is no such thing as immortality. Thousands of sorcerors before you have tried, and failed. We all know the cautionary tales of messing with the primal course of life and death. Like the one with the undead dragons. That's my favorite." Jake lightins up considerably, the seriousness leaving his expression. "Well then, I shall call your reputation unfounded. If you do not cause a ruckus, I see no reason for there to be a problem between us!" Smiling, Jake portals in a bottle of exquisite Elven wine, holding it out to Micah. "1954, a good year. I hope we can build a steady friendship from this meeting, Trickster Mage!" With that, Jake portals in his usual entertaining set of elven musician prisoners, laughing as if he had not just threatened to kill the man next to him. In the lives of mages, such threats and battles are common, and Jake, as many a mage, had learned to ignore them, and get on with life.
