( Javert's not going to bother identifying himself. The rough, even way that he speaks should be obvious on it's own, as should the conversation. He's seen what Kol is capable of during the capture the flag game, but he wants to know more. )
I don't believe we spoke about what type of combat you're proficient in.
[ it's his friend from another time period! super sneaky spy extraordinaire, javert. kol smiles when he hears his voice and his question when he picks up. ]
Didn't we? Must've gotten lost in all the council and flag chit chat.
[ he sounds overly amused when he says it—of course, that had all been important things to discuss! but hardly any of it (besides capture the flag) is fun.
presuming javert isn't here for a good old chat about a tangent, kol let's out a breath, steeling himself for seriousness. talking about good old dad isn't easy, and neither is his origins. ]
My father was a viking warrior. It sounds primitive, I know... but I've been able to adapt it over the years.
( Javert can certainly relate to that, at least in part. Perhaps that is why they have gotten along so well, and why Javert has gone so far as to message him out of the blue. Part of it is professional curiosity, but the rest of it is because he actually likes talking to Kol. Strange as that may seem. )
What does that entail, exactly? He must have taught you it himself, I assume.
[ kol doesn't try to sound overly cheery on that. mikael was a hard ass when he was a boy and even more so when he was a vampire. a piece of work he thinks someone like javert wouldn't have any joy in spending time with. he was intense, controlling, and a perfectionist all rolled into one angry man.
at the beginning of his reciting, kol sounds a little bored until he doesn't sound bored at all. ] Quite a lot of hand to hand. Using one's environment as a weapon. Most of the time, it was thrusting a stick at me and expecting me to be quick enough to dodge it and disarm him at the same time. [ it resulted in quite a lot of bruises and scrapes. kol inhales then sighs. to speak of mikael in such a positive light is strange. ] He taught me how to rely on myself than anything else. You're the weapon, not the stick, mallet, baseball bat, or gun that's in your hand.
( Javert's father never taught him anything of the sort. He's never met him, nor does he think he would ever care to, given what he's learned about him. He wasn't there for him, or his mother, and because of that, Javert has learned never to rely on others. It's as good a lesson as any. After a moment, he says, )
I never received any formal training until became a prison guard. At that time, I was 23. It was a necessary thing, given how brutishly strong some of the prisoners were. There was always a risk of a riot.
Fifteen years. It was then when my patron, Monsieur Chabouillet, secured me a position in the police force.
( He's not going to say he's spent a much longer time than that in prison — that's a conversation for another time. Javert is just as interested in Kol as he seems to be with him, so it's easy for him to ask, )
[ cause mayhem, entertain himself with murder, and be stuck in a coffin against his will… how does kol spin that into something that sounds completely normal? ]
I travelled around the world learning all I could about the different branches of witchcraft and magic. I created a few things that could be used against some of our biggest monsters. [ he shrugs, not that it can be seen or heard. he did do quite a lot on his own—and behaved as well as he could, with less murder when he was doing magic... it all sounds completely normal, doesn't it?
keeping his tone light, ] When I wasn't doing that, I was… spending some time with family. They say you only have one, no matter how cursed or blessed you feel sometimes.
( He makes a noncommittal noise. Neither of these are Javert's favorite topics, and his distaste in both stem from one another. )
You tell me that you are a witch?
( He's familiar with spells and magic, not intimately, but in passing. His mother was a Romani, a fortune teller. It was something he was exposed to when he was a boy before he left her to become a messenger for the police. )
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I don't believe we spoke about what type of combat you're proficient in.
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Didn't we? Must've gotten lost in all the council and flag chit chat.
[ he sounds overly amused when he says it—of course, that had all been important things to discuss! but hardly any of it (besides capture the flag) is fun.
presuming javert isn't here for a good old chat about a tangent, kol let's out a breath, steeling himself for seriousness. talking about good old dad isn't easy, and neither is his origins. ]
My father was a viking warrior. It sounds primitive, I know... but I've been able to adapt it over the years.
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( Javert can certainly relate to that, at least in part. Perhaps that is why they have gotten along so well, and why Javert has gone so far as to message him out of the blue. Part of it is professional curiosity, but the rest of it is because he actually likes talking to Kol. Strange as that may seem. )
What does that entail, exactly? He must have taught you it himself, I assume.
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[ kol doesn't try to sound overly cheery on that. mikael was a hard ass when he was a boy and even more so when he was a vampire. a piece of work he thinks someone like javert wouldn't have any joy in spending time with. he was intense, controlling, and a perfectionist all rolled into one angry man.
at the beginning of his reciting, kol sounds a little bored until he doesn't sound bored at all. ] Quite a lot of hand to hand. Using one's environment as a weapon. Most of the time, it was thrusting a stick at me and expecting me to be quick enough to dodge it and disarm him at the same time. [ it resulted in quite a lot of bruises and scrapes. kol inhales then sighs. to speak of mikael in such a positive light is strange. ] He taught me how to rely on myself than anything else. You're the weapon, not the stick, mallet, baseball bat, or gun that's in your hand.
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( Javert's father never taught him anything of the sort. He's never met him, nor does he think he would ever care to, given what he's learned about him. He wasn't there for him, or his mother, and because of that, Javert has learned never to rely on others. It's as good a lesson as any. After a moment, he says, )
I never received any formal training until became a prison guard. At that time, I was 23. It was a necessary thing, given how brutishly strong some of the prisoners were. There was always a risk of a riot.
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unsurprisingly, javert becomes even more interesting. he's got to stop that. ]
And how long did you last as a prison guard?
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( He's not going to say he's spent a much longer time than that in prison — that's a conversation for another time. Javert is just as interested in Kol as he seems to be with him, so it's easy for him to ask, )
What about you? What did you before this?
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I travelled around the world learning all I could about the different branches of witchcraft and magic. I created a few things that could be used against some of our biggest monsters. [ he shrugs, not that it can be seen or heard. he did do quite a lot on his own—and behaved as well as he could, with less murder when he was doing magic... it all sounds completely normal, doesn't it?
keeping his tone light, ] When I wasn't doing that, I was… spending some time with family. They say you only have one, no matter how cursed or blessed you feel sometimes.
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You tell me that you are a witch?
( He's familiar with spells and magic, not intimately, but in passing. His mother was a Romani, a fortune teller. It was something he was exposed to when he was a boy before he left her to become a messenger for the police. )
I wouldn't believe it until I see it.