[ he'll leave Varian and Jun behind with... it's not quite reluctance--Jun's comfortable and Varian's in his element, but that doesn't mean he has to like splitting the party. the static hum rises in the back of his head again, a warning and a comfort both as. well.
the people around him are highly capable. he has to trust that they can do what they mean to do, and will do it safely with no problems. that doesn't mean he trusts the fates and everything between to play along with the script, and he flexes his fingers and gives his hands a little shake for lack of anything better to do with them as he crosses rooms and bird chunks and hallways and ends up facing down a closet. ]
My turn, then.
[ he'll snag the board from Joshua as he waits for people to finish picking the closet clean, thank you imps in the walls that stock this weird-ass wing with Stuff and Things--and then he's in the closet with stuff kicked to the sides to keep the floor fairly clean, staring at Maxima. Maxima stares politely back. Ghilley opens the gameboard and tries to do some arcane shit where he balances the gameboard on one hand and rolls with the other and then Maxima helps himself to it, and they have another staredown, and no matter how much staring Ghilley does, the man doesn't leave and they're burning time and fine.
he takes the dice in hand, giving them a few shakes, and lets them clatter in the tray.
At night they fly, you better run These winged things are not much fun.
Ghilley stares at it for a moment, watching his piece zip along the board--and then his ears snap back at the first sign of chittering and far, far too many rustling things squeaking out disgruntled fury at being awoken, ears pinning down as he grabs at Maxima on instinct and tries to half-drag half-throw the man in front of him. ]
ROUND 2
[ he'll leave Varian and Jun behind with... it's not quite reluctance--Jun's comfortable and Varian's in his element, but that doesn't mean he has to like splitting the party. the static hum rises in the back of his head again, a warning and a comfort both as. well.
the people around him are highly capable. he has to trust that they can do what they mean to do, and will do it safely with no problems. that doesn't mean he trusts the fates and everything between to play along with the script, and he flexes his fingers and gives his hands a little shake for lack of anything better to do with them as he crosses rooms and bird chunks and hallways and ends up facing down a closet. ]
My turn, then.
[ he'll snag the board from Joshua as he waits for people to finish picking the closet clean, thank you imps in the walls that stock this weird-ass wing with Stuff and Things--and then he's in the closet with stuff kicked to the sides to keep the floor fairly clean, staring at Maxima. Maxima stares politely back. Ghilley opens the gameboard and tries to do some arcane shit where he balances the gameboard on one hand and rolls with the other and then Maxima helps himself to it, and they have another staredown, and no matter how much staring Ghilley does, the man doesn't leave and they're burning time and fine.
he takes the dice in hand, giving them a few shakes, and lets them clatter in the tray.
At night they fly, you better run
These winged things are not much fun.
Ghilley stares at it for a moment, watching his piece zip along the board--and then his ears snap back at the first sign of chittering and far, far too many rustling things squeaking out disgruntled fury at being awoken, ears pinning down as he grabs at Maxima on instinct and tries to half-drag half-throw the man in front of him. ]
Move! Get away from the door!
[ they're not coming out alone. (3) ]