Mayland Long's response to being conversationally abandoned is a careful sip of his tea...
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For Jason Blood, consciousness had come slowly, in a room much like Anakin's. The serene voice of the tutorial or whatever-the-bloody-hell-it-was had been interrupted, several times, by Harry-- Harry, demanding to know what was going on; Harry, ignoring Jason's terse, irritated gestures for silence so that he could listen. When the Voice had asked his name Jason had been forced to resort to a hand physically clamped over Harry's mouth in order to be able to answer that question himself.
That had led to a grumpy biting and hurt feelings all around.
Neither he nor Harry are, therefore, in the best of moods, even as Jason strides irritably alongside some... concourse, he supposes, while staring out at architecture that is alien even to someone of his considerable life experience. (Harry is tucked under one arm.)
The last thing he remembers is having gone to sleep in a bed, and a cottage, that he has begun thinking of as 'his' albeit with certain resignation. It appears they are out of one prison for another, then? Or something along those lines. Etrigan is not being helpful, Harry is sulking, Jason is striding, and...
....and Anakin Skywalker is calling his name.
He stops despite himself, turning with his brows drawn together to verify: yes, certainly, that is Skywalker. Well.
...he's already been well and truly seen, hasn't he.
Jason sighs and stands in place, Harry squirming around ("Is it Anakin?") as best he can, and waits stoically for the Jedi to approach. At twenty-paces' gap he gives Skywalker a nod, and follows it with a short flick of his fingers out at the surreal setting.
"Skywalker. The prison seems to have undergone a redesign."
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For Jason Blood, consciousness had come slowly, in a room much like Anakin's. The serene voice of the tutorial or whatever-the-bloody-hell-it-was had been interrupted, several times, by Harry-- Harry, demanding to know what was going on; Harry, ignoring Jason's terse, irritated gestures for silence so that he could listen. When the Voice had asked his name Jason had been forced to resort to a hand physically clamped over Harry's mouth in order to be able to answer that question himself.
That had led to a grumpy biting and hurt feelings all around.
Neither he nor Harry are, therefore, in the best of moods, even as Jason strides irritably alongside some... concourse, he supposes, while staring out at architecture that is alien even to someone of his considerable life experience. (Harry is tucked under one arm.)
The last thing he remembers is having gone to sleep in a bed, and a cottage, that he has begun thinking of as 'his' albeit with certain resignation. It appears they are out of one prison for another, then? Or something along those lines. Etrigan is not being helpful, Harry is sulking, Jason is striding, and...
....and Anakin Skywalker is calling his name.
He stops despite himself, turning with his brows drawn together to verify: yes, certainly, that is Skywalker. Well.
...he's already been well and truly seen, hasn't he.
Jason sighs and stands in place, Harry squirming around ("Is it Anakin?") as best he can, and waits stoically for the Jedi to approach. At twenty-paces' gap he gives Skywalker a nod, and follows it with a short flick of his fingers out at the surreal setting.
"Skywalker. The prison seems to have undergone a redesign."