While he was Sleeping by God and the Snake
Prereq: Escape
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Jaune desperately tried to settle his shaking hands. He hadn't felt fear, true fear, since he'd unlocked his Semblance. Gamer's Mind had always kept it suppressed, even when he'd jumped down the gullet of a Giant Nevermore to get at the squishy bits within. And even now, he wasn't scared.
He was terrified.
After two minutes of silently jittering, Jaune smashed his quivering hands into the cockpit wall. Breathing deeply, he started taking stock. The mission still had to go on, even with this threat to Vale. First thing, he'd have t-
Uh, hello?
Jaune froze, eyes dancing around the pilots cabin, searching for the origin of the strange voice.
Are you there?
After a few pregnant moments, Jaune answered, drawing upon his years of social experience.
"Buh?"
Oh, good. You hear me. Kind of worried you wouldn't, with you being sort of new to this whole 'being Grimm' thing. Didn't really think you'd have much of a chance to practice: The rest of the guys around here aren't the talkative types. Well, unless it's about maiming humans. Or other Grimm. Or anything really. Once talked to a Deathstalker who ranted for ten minutes about this tree he'd stung. What a chatterbox, right?
"Buh?"
Oh, right, yeah, you probably don't know who I am. Sorry. Most everyone I talk to at least has an inclination. Kind of hard to mistake me for someone else. But I've been out of the game for a while, so I get it. I'm Ezizekal Sims. My friends call me Ziz. You can to, if you want. The real name doesn't really roll off the tongue, does it?
Jaune twitched just a little bit as the voice claiming to be the almighty messenger of god went into a tangent about his parents taste in names.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the bejeesus out of them, but they can just be so difficult some times, you know? They didn't exactly make my life easy growing up either. One time, when I was having Heme over - really sweet girl, by the way - they -
Jaune cut him off. "Y-you're Ziz?"
Uh, yeah. I'm guessing that you're one of the humans in the... flying metal... egg... bird... things? I'm sorry, I have no idea what they're called - which is part of my current dilemma, really.
"Dilemma?"
Well, you see, I, uh, have kind of been sleeping for a while. Like, last time I saw a human, you guys were living in mud huts. Now you're flying! Congrats on that by the way. Really moving up in the world. But, well, I'm kind of lost on what exactly's going on right now.
And so Jaune found himself forced into giving a fifteen minute long lecture (something he'd find himself doing quite a bit over the next few weeks) about artificial flight to a five hundred feet tall, winged monstrosity of legend.
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I dunno. I just kind of started thinking about what if Ziz was an average guy who was just confused as hell about all the shit that's happened since he fell asleep. Like Captain America, but a mountain sized bird monster rather then a really ripped WW2 vet.
