[ At least this guy's a pushover, nice and easy to deal with.
Gen falls for the nervous, skittish, wilting facade that Kabru puts on hook, line and sinker. Both because it's not in his nature to doubt when people recoil from him, and because he's frankly a little harried -- turns out jumping between the shrines like he's been doing is a bit more exhausting than he'd expected. And he's not particularly excited to wait for any Pleroma to show up and start shit when he's in this state.
He doesn't respond to that question at first, but Kabru might note the way Gen's expression hardens in thought, his jaw clenching in consideration before he finally grits out an answer. ]
Who knows. [ Should he have said that out loud? Probably not. But it's something that he's also trying to work out himself, and the wors slip before he can catch himself. ] Depends on how soon they show up.
-- here.
[ There's no further warning before Gen abruptly holds out something he's dug out of his pocket -- a vial of murky black fluid, roiling thickly against the inside of the glass. ]
Drink this. [ There's a split-second hesitation before he continues at a brusque deadpan: ] It's gross, but it's what you need to use the spell that'll get us out of here.
[ That's believable, isn't it? God, he hates dealing with all this magic bullshit. And while he does fix a hard stare at Kabru to try and cow the other into being compliant, Gen's equally distracted casting about his surroundings, keeping an eye out for anyone else who might show up. ]
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Gen falls for the nervous, skittish, wilting facade that Kabru puts on hook, line and sinker. Both because it's not in his nature to doubt when people recoil from him, and because he's frankly a little harried -- turns out jumping between the shrines like he's been doing is a bit more exhausting than he'd expected. And he's not particularly excited to wait for any Pleroma to show up and start shit when he's in this state.
He doesn't respond to that question at first, but Kabru might note the way Gen's expression hardens in thought, his jaw clenching in consideration before he finally grits out an answer. ]
Who knows. [ Should he have said that out loud? Probably not. But it's something that he's also trying to work out himself, and the wors slip before he can catch himself. ] Depends on how soon they show up.
-- here.
[ There's no further warning before Gen abruptly holds out something he's dug out of his pocket -- a vial of murky black fluid, roiling thickly against the inside of the glass. ]
Drink this. [ There's a split-second hesitation before he continues at a brusque deadpan: ] It's gross, but it's what you need to use the spell that'll get us out of here.
[ That's believable, isn't it? God, he hates dealing with all this magic bullshit. And while he does fix a hard stare at Kabru to try and cow the other into being compliant, Gen's equally distracted casting about his surroundings, keeping an eye out for anyone else who might show up. ]