'cause dirt on you is dirt on me, and we both know our hands ain't clean
Calan’s opinion of Finch remains very much on the fence. On one side, the man knows about orange peels, empties pockets like it’s nothing, and has now said that Calan’s punch was good, which is an extremely sensible thing for him to have said. On the other side, he keeps threatening their wrists and changing the rules after they’ve already won the candy. It is difficult to decide whether that makes Finch clever or just a bad businessman after all. Still, praise is praise, and Calan’s grin breaks wide and toothy despite himself, a little burst of pleased pride slipping through before he can stop it.
At the explanation, though, his smile dips into something almost apologetic. He gives Finch a small shrug, palms turned outward in a gesture that says there had been no personal malice in it, probably. "Well, you didn’t really give us any other options," he says, and given the threat and the fact that they were alone, in Calan's mind this made the punch not only reasonable, but practically inevitable.
Calan’s blue eyes flick to Carlo for only a heartbeat, the look brief enough that it might mean nothing to anyone who didn’t know them. He doesn’t reach for the candy, he doesn’t glance at Finch’s pockets again. Instead, he smooths the front of his shirt where the orange peel has left it faintly sticky, lifts his chin, and says with cool, sudden politeness, "no thanks." The words come out suspiciously calm, as on the inside, Calan is already reaching for the strange, bright thread of magic that has become familiar in the few weeks since he and Carlo stopped being babies. He doesn’t know which spirit might hear, and he doesn’t particularly care, so long as it understands the important parts: they need something loud, sudden, confusing, preferably not deadly, and they need it now.
Please make a distraction, he thinks fiercely, letting the request press outward into whatever unseen place spirits wait.
Calan channels!
Channeling (Accepted) : Allows an Accepted to channel a spirit during a time of crisis (1x a season). Can be combined with other accepted channeling to increase power.
Type: Light | Rank: Basic | Cost: Action
At the explanation, though, his smile dips into something almost apologetic. He gives Finch a small shrug, palms turned outward in a gesture that says there had been no personal malice in it, probably. "Well, you didn’t really give us any other options," he says, and given the threat and the fact that they were alone, in Calan's mind this made the punch not only reasonable, but practically inevitable.
Calan’s blue eyes flick to Carlo for only a heartbeat, the look brief enough that it might mean nothing to anyone who didn’t know them. He doesn’t reach for the candy, he doesn’t glance at Finch’s pockets again. Instead, he smooths the front of his shirt where the orange peel has left it faintly sticky, lifts his chin, and says with cool, sudden politeness, "no thanks." The words come out suspiciously calm, as on the inside, Calan is already reaching for the strange, bright thread of magic that has become familiar in the few weeks since he and Carlo stopped being babies. He doesn’t know which spirit might hear, and he doesn’t particularly care, so long as it understands the important parts: they need something loud, sudden, confusing, preferably not deadly, and they need it now.
Please make a distraction, he thinks fiercely, letting the request press outward into whatever unseen place spirits wait.
Calan channels!
Channeling (Accepted) : Allows an Accepted to channel a spirit during a time of crisis (1x a season). Can be combined with other accepted channeling to increase power.
Type: Light | Rank: Basic | Cost: Action
if it all goes wrong and we end up on the news, if you go down I'm goin' down too
