4: True sages are those who give what they have, without meanness and without secret.

[nos_servabit]

Who: Jacob and EVERYONE EVER.
Location: Anywhere and everywhere.
Time: Backdated to Christmas Day- all day, from morning to midnight
Style: I'll follow!
Status: OPEN LIKE YOUR PRESENTS ON CHRISTMAS

[The man going around the city isn't wearing a red suit or hat. He isn't fat, and there is no white beard on his face. His nose isn't as round as a cherry, and his cheeks aren't rosy. However, his blue eyes do twinkle as he goes around, carrying a large burlap sack...]

[And he seems to be giving everyone he meets a blue or white wooden amulet, carved in the shape of a scarab with holiday greetings etched on the bottom in Egyptian hieroglyphics. He doesn't seem to single out anyone for the gifts, either- the homeless man in the alley receives the same gift and warm words that is given to the rich woman dining outside a lavish restaurant.]

[Even though he may not look like it, Jacob seems to be taking on the job of being Santa Claus incredibly well.]

[And if you are one of the select few who Jacob knows very well, you're receiving a very unique scarab made especially for you.]

[Care to greet this man as he makes his rounds? Because you're getting a gift too, whether you like it or not.]

[ooc: Jacob is giving out scarabs to everyone! Check the list to see if your character is getting a unique one. Also, for all you new people who don't have CR with Jacob yet, please fill out Jacob's permission post before commenting. Thank you!]

Comments

[bethehugejerk]

You're the one hauling a sack of stuff around on Christmas.

[Then Jacob hands him his scarab. He squints at it, turning it over in his hands, puzzling at the symbols on the underside. He doesn't miss the red flecks under the grey, but he leaves them uncommented on for the moment.]

And apparently handing out gifts. You're not fat enough for the job.

[He looks back at him.]

So what is it?

[nos_servabit]

Hauling a sack does not a Santa make.

[He just beams at Karkat, his smile never leaving his face.]

It's an amulet that was popular among a race of human beings back on Earth in the planet's early history. They believed the scarab to be a symbol of resurrection and rebirth, and made amulets to signify this and protect one's self from evil.

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat shrugs. Like he said, Jacob would be a shitty Santa. He does listen to the explanation, though, considering the beetle-like object.]

Does it have any actual power to it or is it just a symbol? And what to the marks on the bottom mean?

[nos_servabit]

It depends on what you believe. For a believer, it has power. For anyone else, it's just a pretty stone.

The marks on the bottom? Those are called hieroglyphics. They were the written language of the Egyptians...those particular ones spell out your name.

[bethehugejerk]

Painted rock it is, then.

[He peers more closely at the hieroglyphics.]

Thanks, I guess? I'll keep it and all but fuck if I know what to do with it.

[nos_servabit]

You could put it on a necklace if you want- there are holes in the side for that. Or put it in a corner of your home and never find it again. It all depends on you.

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat turns it - and there are the holes indicated.]

I am not exactly a jewelry wearer, which you may have gathered by having eyes in my general vicinity. But I'll find somewhere for it.