[ Silco looked from Jinx, to her pinky, and then back to Jinx. He did raise the same hand that she'd cut off, the irony wasn't lost on him, and independent of Jinx's expectations, he thought she would find it funny, or at least grimly humorous. ]
Well, I can't invent it, but if you can make it... we'll bring it.
[ Because what better way to motivate Jinx to get what she wanted, then to give her a challenge to invent it herself? Besides, Silco didn't want to promise something he couldn't deliver -- he'd learned that long ago.
But he also would love to watch that thing get chipped away, each piece through grinding teeth, the flakes of wood set on fire as that creaking voice wailed in that ear-splitting, shrill cry.
Gee, I wonder where Jinx gets it from? He linked his pinky with Jinx's, and said: ]
cw: violence.... to trees?
Well, I can't invent it, but if you can make it... we'll bring it.
[ Because what better way to motivate Jinx to get what she wanted, then to give her a challenge to invent it herself? Besides, Silco didn't want to promise something he couldn't deliver -- he'd learned that long ago.
But he also would love to watch that thing get chipped away, each piece through grinding teeth, the flakes of wood set on fire as that creaking voice wailed in that ear-splitting, shrill cry.
Gee, I wonder where Jinx gets it from? He linked his pinky with Jinx's, and said: ]
Pinky promise.