[It's all done in a moment, in seconds, maybe even less, but for Garrett, it feels far longer. He may not know what the power Corvo holds, or how it works, but he can feel when it is used against him, even if it's only a weight against his body as a whole and the meticulous sound of a mosquito ringing in his ears. He can't actually see Corvo, it's as if his limbs have been weighed into the floor, the echoes of something there but not knowing what they are.
The next thing he knows, the arrow is gone, shattered as if it had come into contact yet never reached its target. And Corvo? Corvo is in front of him again, close, as if he was never far away, was simply just there, and always had been.
Hah. Well played. Apparently this man can even manipulate time.
If this were at home, Garrett would have stopped before now, turned back empty handed and willingly. He had so much to lose there, had a reputation and his own hide to consider far more than he does here. But back home, things were more certain, and he knew the City better than anyone else. He knew when he hit his limits. Here, in this land that he has no idea what to make of, it's different. That's not to say he's come here with his morals or his discipline as a thief in any less than he would back at home, but he's allowed his curiosity to guide him here more than any time he's done recently.
But then Corvo actually takes off the charm, and offers it. A move that Garrett is not sure how to take at first. A thief isn't offered gifts, he takes them when the target is unaware and leaves, a symbol of his ability and skill to take something that is not his and leave without a trace. But to be given what he was trying to get, to be willingly handed the prize so easily...
For the first time since their encounter began, Garrett actually steps forward, out of the dark, allowing his target to see him, eye and all. A second passes and he pulls down the cowl from his face, brow furrowing slightly as a gloved hand reaches towards the whale bone charm, as if he is uncertain this is a legitimate offer or not. And as he reaches for it, his eye emits another glow, wisps of smoke rising as if he were on fire, but no harm ever comes to him.
And that is when the Primal screams.
It's a second of time that it comes to him, only a single point where he hears it, but it feels like an eterinity as Erin's voice still resonates in his head and her screams echo back as if the job had happened yesterday.
GARRETT, I'M SLIPPING!!
He winces, unknowingly, as flashes of Erin's face flit through his mind, of faces he doesn't recognize, people he doesn't know, the revolution back home and the vaguest glimpses of white walls, of dirty floors and the distant sound of crying.
It's only a second, but a second is enough. His hand withdraws, mind still a jittery mess, but outwardly already trying to cover his hesitation. Garrett doesn't know if that could have been felt, or seen in such close proximity, but it wasn't a welcomed interruption and it proves that even here, he is still connected to home.
There is a hint of a smirk, and the thief huffs, amused, hand brushing away the offer.]
I'll pass.
[Not because of you, Corvo, but because whatever that charm is, the Primal doesn't like it and Garrett is not about to willingly take it and cause more problems for himself.
Besides, what thief willingly takes something that's offered? If Corvo didn't know any better, that was like a slap to his pride. Something Garrett will easily do without.]
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The next thing he knows, the arrow is gone, shattered as if it had come into contact yet never reached its target. And Corvo? Corvo is in front of him again, close, as if he was never far away, was simply just there, and always had been.
Hah. Well played. Apparently this man can even manipulate time.
If this were at home, Garrett would have stopped before now, turned back empty handed and willingly. He had so much to lose there, had a reputation and his own hide to consider far more than he does here. But back home, things were more certain, and he knew the City better than anyone else. He knew when he hit his limits. Here, in this land that he has no idea what to make of, it's different. That's not to say he's come here with his morals or his discipline as a thief in any less than he would back at home, but he's allowed his curiosity to guide him here more than any time he's done recently.
But then Corvo actually takes off the charm, and offers it. A move that Garrett is not sure how to take at first. A thief isn't offered gifts, he takes them when the target is unaware and leaves, a symbol of his ability and skill to take something that is not his and leave without a trace. But to be given what he was trying to get, to be willingly handed the prize so easily...
For the first time since their encounter began, Garrett actually steps forward, out of the dark, allowing his target to see him, eye and all. A second passes and he pulls down the cowl from his face, brow furrowing slightly as a gloved hand reaches towards the whale bone charm, as if he is uncertain this is a legitimate offer or not. And as he reaches for it, his eye emits another glow, wisps of smoke rising as if he were on fire, but no harm ever comes to him.
And that is when the Primal screams.
It's a second of time that it comes to him, only a single point where he hears it, but it feels like an eterinity as Erin's voice still resonates in his head and her screams echo back as if the job had happened yesterday.
GARRETT, I'M SLIPPING!!
He winces, unknowingly, as flashes of Erin's face flit through his mind, of faces he doesn't recognize, people he doesn't know, the revolution back home and the vaguest glimpses of white walls, of dirty floors and the distant sound of crying.
It's only a second, but a second is enough. His hand withdraws, mind still a jittery mess, but outwardly already trying to cover his hesitation. Garrett doesn't know if that could have been felt, or seen in such close proximity, but it wasn't a welcomed interruption and it proves that even here, he is still connected to home.
There is a hint of a smirk, and the thief huffs, amused, hand brushing away the offer.]
I'll pass.
[Not because of you, Corvo, but because whatever that charm is, the Primal doesn't like it and Garrett is not about to willingly take it and cause more problems for himself.
Besides, what thief willingly takes something that's offered? If Corvo didn't know any better, that was like a slap to his pride. Something Garrett will easily do without.]