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abraxaslogs2024-09-05 03:27 pm
diametrically) wrote in abraxaslogs2024-09-05 03:27 pm
diametrically) wrote in abraxaslogs2024-09-05 03:27 pm
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[ Cassian watches the mechanisms work and clank against one another as Carmy turns it on the off chance something snags or catches on something it shouldn't. He's no engineer like Viktor but he's taken apart and built back together plenty of things far more complex than this. And if something should happen to it, at least he's within a reasonable distance to Carmy and the blender than Viktor is in the Free Cities. ]
Do you need anything else for it? The milkshakes or the blender that is.
[ If there's an urgency or business-like manner in Cassian's voice it has nothing to do with wanting to leave. Rather he knows that the longer he stays out here the possibility of a guard walking in here and catching them is that much higher.
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Just a question of getting ice cream, but he's pretty sure that's a problem he can solve. One of the chefs definitely has ice magic, so...maybe he can call in a favour. ]
Uh—no, not right now. Thanks.
[ Carmy's ready to pack it in, too, not 'cause he's paying attention to how squirrelly Cassian is getting but because he's got shit to do and dinner service to prep and he can't exactly hang out here too long.
Which is right about when heavy boots stomp through the door and right up to their table.
Good evening, gentlemen. What have we here? ]
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Percy freezes in his spot for a second, not bothering to turn around to face whoever's decided to join them, with a funny looking contraption sitting on the table, plain as day. And yeah, it looks a little like it could hurt someone but so does everything if you try hard enough.
He isn't sure adding to this conversation is the best action to take, because he might wind up making the wrong joke or giving off some kind of vibe, so he stays quiet and lets Cassian and Carmy do the talking until an opportunity presents itself.
Adults ... uh. Don't tend to warm up to him too much. Possibly because Percy's default expression towards figures of authority is to provide his very best stink-eye. ]
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His mind works quickly as they approach, attention snapping from Carmy and Percy towards the guards as they cut a clear path between the door to their table. Ducking will be too obvious. His cloak doesn't have a hood and that will also draw attention because no one else in here is wearing one. Running will only encourage them to give chase and potentially put Pery and Carmy in danger. So instead of an escape plan his mind goes to calculate the odds.
How likely is it that they had seen his face before this when he had purposefully made himself as a small as he could when it came to the Summoned of Thorne? He had to take the gamble that they hadn't been informed of his or River's escape. Something moves in the air, practically imperceptible as he digs in, keeping his face a mask of calm as they approach even though panic crawls across his skin.
But it's more than panic. Magic twists and turns, veiling his face with a different one albeit familiar to Cassian though he can't tell. His cheeks are fuller, rounder. His hair lies flat against his head and a five o'clock shadow grows on his face as he grows a head taller than he normally is. Against his better judgement he speaks, hoping to all stars that if he keeps it casual, they won't suspect a thing. But he nearly falters when he hears his voice shift too. There's no time to stop though. He's already started speaking. ]
A new kitchen gadget. We think they're calling them an appliance.