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jessica jones | jj/defenders

[underachievement]

Ever DIY'd something you really should've gone to the hospital for?

[inachinashop]

Shit yeah! That's how I got some of my best scars. People get all bitchy if you do it that way too often, though, so I usually just go to a healer these days. Saves trouble. How about you? I'm guessing from the question you've patched yourself up a time or two.

[underachievement]

Yeah, nothing big -- bruised ribs and bullet grazes. Helped out with some minor brain surgery, that one I try to forget.

Speaking of big, who's stupid enough to mess with you?

[inachinashop]

[He chuckles, pleased.]

I run a mercenary company, so a lot of it happens on business. And a lot of that happens when some asshole with something to prove gets a little too high on the fight and thinks the eyepatch means he's got a chance. I guess I don't mind too much. Keeps things interesting. So, if you did get something big - or, I don't know, maybe just something that was going to make a big scar - where would you want it? I almost had one that kind of looked like a wyvern, right here, but it healed up too well. Can't win them all, I guess.

[underachievement]

Where would I -- [ she starts to repeat incredulously. ]

Christ, I don't know. [ body modification's not really her thing. she doesn't even wear earrings. but if it were to happen a result of her daily, shitty life, then... ] My back, I guess. I don't have to look at it. [ And hopefully she got it from shielding or protecting. ]

You one of those guys who can point to any scar on your body and tell people how you got it?

[inachinashop]

Yeah! [He grins and then goes on, not judging or anything, just curious.] Pretty much. There's some pretty good stories attached to a lot of them. Not you, though? How do you fight, then? Defensive style, some kind of armour?

[underachievement]

Defensive, or whatever style you'd attribute to a battering ram. Let's just say I'm a lot stronger than most people.

Maybe even as strong as a, uh...? [ looking him over from top to bottom. she's never met a qunari, please fill in the questioning blank if it's not too much trouble ]

[inachinashop]

[His grin grows, delighted.]

Strong as a Bull, you mean? [But he caught that look, and knows what it means. He just couldn't resist a chance to make it a play on his name.] Shit, are you for real though? You think you could test your strength against a qunari? What's the strongest thing you've ever broken?

[underachievement]

[ she doesn't get it. but hey as long as he's having fun. ]

Concrete. You?

[inachinashop]

Hard to say. I've taken down a few different kinds of walls, but a lot of wrecking buildings is about knowing the right place to hit. I cracked a dwarf-made archway once, pretty proud of that one. Snapped a lot of weapons too, that's always fun. Hey, you up for giving a demonstration some time? Not that I don't believe you, but I bet it's really something to watch you tear shit apart.

[underachievement]

[ it was a cement foundation but why split hairs over it? she's not bragging, just answering truthfully. ]

Maybe, but I'm not really into the idea of performing for an audience. We could just arm wrestle right here and now, loser buys drinks. [ proposed with the nonchalance of one who has never not won drinks this way. ]

[inachinashop]

Huh.

[He looks pleased but he looks her over too, instinctively checking her musculature. Clothes can hide some of it but she already doesn't look a lot like the kind of person who can do the things she says she can, which means musculature maybe isn't an indicator of what's going to happen here. There's something exciting about that.]

Yeah, let's go for it.

[He leans forward and plants his elbow on the table, ignoring the way it wobbles at the weight, and opens his hand for her, fingers curled.]

Drinks won't cost you that much, I'm a cheap date.

[underachievement]

[ She lets him get his once-over in. Guys usually do, trying to reconcile her small stature with her almost bored confidence. They always fail and it only rarely stops them from taking her up on the challenge.

He's broad and dense, muscle stacked on muscle stacked on brick shithouse. Anybody would have a hard time not sizing him up. He might actually give her a run for her money. Jess doubts she'll feel particularly dismayed if she loses. This is just a parlor trick she busts out every now and then, not an ego flex. ]

I'm not. [ Jess hunkers down opposite him, roots her elbow and takes his hand. A second goes by before she firms up her grip and starts putting on the pressure. Enough that, say, a human of his bulk could handle, then a little more than that. Maximum strength could potentially snap his arm in half. It's prudent to gauge how much he can take. ]

[inachinashop]

[She's not the only one worried about breaking bones - not that he expects it to come to that but it's always a possibility, playing these kinds of games, always in the back of his mind, and he starts out as slowly as she does. It still surprises a part of him, though, how strong she starts off right away. He smiles as he feels it, trying to push a little harder than she is. Not nearly as hard as he can yet, though - he wants to win, yeah, but more than that he wants to get a sense of what she can do. That means leaning into this slowly.]

What, like-

[He looks up from their hands as he talks, wanting to see if her expression is strained at all, if she starts to look like this is an effort, or if she keeps looking as calm and easy as he currently does.]

Wine, or champagne? Something fancy like that?

[underachievement]

[ This assessment, she returns. Jess betrays nothing but an amused curiosity as they each hold their own. Well, besides a brief sneer at the mention of champagne. ]

Rum, vodka, [ she pushes, and carries on as if there's been no change, ] whiskey. And more whiskey. [ She's using reserves of strength that she typically doesn't tap into, day-to-day, but still don't tax her for their infrequency. Dipping into her true potential without the danger of maiming anybody can be pretty damn pleasant, not that she'll admit it. ]

[inachinashop]

[Well the Bull will admit it enough for both of them, if anyone asks, and he's starting to think he might get the chance to actually do it, let himself go just a little bit in a way that doesn't involve any dead bodies or broken furniture.]

What, all that at once? You must have a hell of a palate.

[His lips stretch again into a pleased little grin as he keeps on watching her face, liking that hint of real effort he's starting to feel in his muscles as he pushes just that little bit more to keep on matching her strength.]

[underachievement]

Depends on the day I'm having.

[ Her eyes flick to their hands, the subtle surge of pushback catching her off-guard. Okay, so she underestimated him. She's more than fine being wrong about that. Jess gives as good as she gets, then a bit better, looking to gain ground in earnest now. ]

[inachinashop]

That mean today's not a good one?

[There's a hint of strain in his voice and visible effort in his posture as he pushes harder, trying to gain back the little bit of ground he just lost, but his grin hasn't gone away.]

That's a shame, because mine's starting to look up.

[underachievement]

[ Yeah, he doesn't seem like the sore loser type. Often, upon closing out this game, she takes her winnings to go. This time, she's seriously considering continuing to entertain his company. ]

You look like you might enjoy losing more than I'm gonna enjoy winning. [ With that prediction, she puts the brunt of her power into it. There's a tic in her cheek, the muscles in her neck tensing as she outplays his resistance. ]

[inachinashop]

I mean, how often do I meet someone who can take me on?

[His eye darts back and forth to and from her face as he talks but settles, ultimately, on their hands. For a second there as he pushed hard back against her he thought he had a chance, but the closer he gets to using all his strength the more he starts to think he actually might not make a comeback here. It gets to the point where he catches his free hand moving toward the table, where he's instinctively moving to brace and give himself more leverage, and he catches himself before it gets there with a strained, breathy laugh, raising that hand away again just as the back of his other one hits the table.]

Hot damn! Did you see that?

[The table wobbles when he slaps it. He starts stretching his arm and hand out, looking her over one more time.]

That took some serious muscle, where do you even put it?

very sorry for the late reply!

[underachievement]

[ Jess's free hand, comfortably idle, snaps to the table to steady it. She's surprised it stays in one piece. He's an expert at tempering his strength. While the raw skill might impress her, the honing of it is what commands her respect. ]

Get me that whiskey, maybe I'll show you. [ She flexes her fist then shakes her hand loose. ]

I'm in no hurry

[inachinashop]

[He grins and gets up to order, coming back cupping a couple shots in each hand and setting them in front of her with an amused look.]

Rum, vodka, whiskey, more whiskey. That's what you said you drink, right?

<3

[underachievement]

[ She quirks her head, conceding to his sense of humour. Staring down the barrel of four shots, she can't say she doesn't like it. ]

More for illustrative purposes, but... [ Jess grabs the vodka for starters. ] I'm always down to get shitwrecked. [ She waits to see if he'll be drinking with her. ]

[inachinashop]

[Once he realizes she's waiting he grabs one of the whiskeys and lifts it up, toasting her before he downs it.]

To getting shitwrecked. You going to tell me how you got so strong, or do I have to wait until you've wrecked your shit a little more?

[underachievement]

[ She drinks without toasting. She hates toasts. That said, he picked a pretty good one. ]

I just woke up like this one day. [ Concise and true. Hardly the whole story but even if she owed him that, it's a major buzzkill.

Jess grabs up one of the other whiskeys. Presuming they're back to volleying questions back and forth, she asks ] Your mercenaries, they all like you? Qunari?