The General looked downright gleeful that Jigano had asked his innocent question, bearing a rare grin (not as rare as they used to be, though) that was filled with teeth behind the simple joy in his four little words. Blue eyes widened and the bard found a laugh bubbling up at the sheer infectiousness of the big man's deviltry. "No!" he exclaimed, though not a true expression of doubt so much as delight. Gadgets and gizmos and the theory of engineering had once been his cup of tea, in a different place, on another world, and he had seen the schematics for such a device but never had reason to see one up close.
He followed to the hiding place, the sheet hiding an instrument of destruction that had no place in the half-ruined settlement except as a novelty, perhaps... but what a novelty, sleek and wicked, with well-oiled springs and strong, clean beams. Jigano crossed his arms to keep himself from reaching out to touch it, letting Deimos steer and direct the grand weapon into position, but there was an edge of eagerness in his step as he followed, not-quite-bouncing until it was placed to its proud maker's satisfaction. He examined the curve of the arm, the sturdiness of the bracers, the fittings of the basket, and his grin curled into something of matching mischief. "Let's get the rocks!" he declared, heading over to the pile to begin carrying them over, as many as Deimos deemed appropriate - or until the basket was full.
He followed to the hiding place, the sheet hiding an instrument of destruction that had no place in the half-ruined settlement except as a novelty, perhaps... but what a novelty, sleek and wicked, with well-oiled springs and strong, clean beams. Jigano crossed his arms to keep himself from reaching out to touch it, letting Deimos steer and direct the grand weapon into position, but there was an edge of eagerness in his step as he followed, not-quite-bouncing until it was placed to its proud maker's satisfaction. He examined the curve of the arm, the sturdiness of the bracers, the fittings of the basket, and his grin curled into something of matching mischief. "Let's get the rocks!" he declared, heading over to the pile to begin carrying them over, as many as Deimos deemed appropriate - or until the basket was full.
