Ghilley's usual... deal normally keeps people from asking him for stuff because he acts like he's two seconds from lighting something on fire just to see the color of the smoke--but the whole locked in thing that he's feeling compelled to do, that's got his 'ride-along' awake and fixed in on this trial cleared that carefully kept smokescreen right the hell up, it seems.
maybe that's why the Other lied to people frequently and climbed on top of buildings in between meetings. he's gonna have to redouble his weirdness quotient if he's gonna re-establish the status quo of being people's third or fourth string pick.
he is not immune to kitten eyes. ]
I can--try? I've never been a teacher before. [ he shifts his grip again, the music trailing off as he takes the bow back into a battle stance. while they're buying time and figuring out the next steps, it doesn't feel too much of a risk to call the magic.
his fingers glide over the aetheric strings again in a quick stanza of a ballad and he turns--and it's a sleek, effortless move to draw the bowstring back as an arrow made of black-and-red aether coalesces between his fingers for just a second. then he looses it with a sweep of his hand, snapping his fingers as he takes out a particularly nefarious barrel across the room. ]
... well. Here's hoping I can pull that off on something moving.
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Ghilley's usual... deal normally keeps people from asking him for stuff because he acts like he's two seconds from lighting something on fire just to see the color of the smoke--but the whole locked in thing that he's feeling compelled to do, that's got his 'ride-along' awake and fixed in on this trial cleared that carefully kept smokescreen right the hell up, it seems.
maybe that's why the Other lied to people frequently and climbed on top of buildings in between meetings. he's gonna have to redouble his weirdness quotient if he's gonna re-establish the status quo of being people's third or fourth string pick.
he is not immune to kitten eyes. ]
I can--try? I've never been a teacher before. [ he shifts his grip again, the music trailing off as he takes the bow back into a battle stance. while they're buying time and figuring out the next steps, it doesn't feel too much of a risk to call the magic.
his fingers glide over the aetheric strings again in a quick stanza of a ballad and he turns--and it's a sleek, effortless move to draw the bowstring back as an arrow made of black-and-red aether coalesces between his fingers for just a second. then he looses it with a sweep of his hand, snapping his fingers as he takes out a particularly nefarious barrel across the room. ]
... well. Here's hoping I can pull that off on something moving.