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Tweak says, "Dance, dance my pretties."

Evan Vang (artifacthunter) wrote in lost_world,
@ 2013-07-26 21:59:00

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!status: complete, evan vang, jack oat

Testing (Jack)
Finding Max's place was as easy for Evan as just thinking that it needed to be found. He didn't even have to pay attention to where they were going. Evan just continued the conversation that they were having, the same type of banter they always had. It felt like they were faking it just a little bit, not wanting to talk about whatever it was that Jack had in mind.

Evan could only imagine what she was planning to put him through. He'd read things in all kinds of books, ancient texts, ways to test for vampirism and voodoo curses. Archaic things that were painful. To find out if somebody was a witch, you had to essentially drown them. He could only hope that she had some more modern tests. Some things that weren't invasive and horrifying to his flesh.

He let Jack in, got her a drink, let her have a look around the place. He took off the tie and the suit coat, tossing them onto a chair, had his own drink, and waited for her to start her explanations and experiments.

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masterofnone
2013-07-27 05:24 am UTC (link)

"Shirt off. Towels, or if you have a tarp lying around." Jack wasn't trying to scare him, but she wasn't going to leave a huge mess either. She also wasn't going to be tucked away in a bathroom if whatever he was decided to come out. She liked her chances in the more open space of the rest of the apartment, not that there was much of it.

"I'd like to test holy water, silver, holly, birch, garlic. I know a few chants." Jack took a sip from her own drink then started pulling things out of her bag. A flask, a small throwing knife, a slightly longer blade, a small firearm that didn't fit in the time period, a very rough stake, and sprig wrapped in a circle. They were smaller and fewer things than he might have seen her pull from her old Army jacket pockets, but they weren't too far from that.

"No garlic." She was all business. She was also currently taking off her shoes; they weren't exactly something she wanted to run and fight in should she need to. "I'll check for the garlic." She trusted him enough to leave everything on the table where she'd put it.

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artifacthunter
2013-07-27 05:34 am UTC (link)

Even if he hadn't shared naked times with Jack in the past, he wouldn't have been shy about taking the shirt off. He stripped it as he made his way to the bathroom to look for towels. He wasn't sure tarps were even invented in the 40s. If they had been, Evan had no idea if Max would have one, or where it would be if he did.

He returned to the living room with a small pile of them, and vowed to make it up to Max if anything was destroyed. By the sound of Jack's list, they would all be destroyed.

Evan eyed the items that she had pulled out of her bag, hoping none of them was going to be actually impaled into his body at any point. There were a lot of things that he could withstand, and a lot of stuff he'd endure in the name of sex, but this didn't fit into any of those categories at all. This was new territory, and he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to endure it.

In the name of knowing, though.
Answers.

"Max seems like a garlic guy." Evan said, looking at the pile of random items.