[ Maybe that's not the kind of thing Cisco ought to be glad for, but, well, he is. Evil magic ghosts that feed on suffering really don't deserve a second chance, do they? And it sounds like Taako and Magnus and Merle were definitely not their first victims, so, fuck them anyway.
It takes a moment to understand what Taako means. He'd seen a wooden mannequin in that vision he got from Taako's future, but... that had been Magnus? Taako's friend? They'd changed him into a giant wooden doll, like some kind of reverse Pinnochio horrorshow? ]
Jesus.
[ Cisco pauses a moment to take a long drink from his beer; conversations about Taako's world always seem to go like this. Cisco spends about half the time marveling about how awesome it is (cloaks that let you breathe underwater!) and about half the time thinking it sounds like the last place in the multiverse he would ever want to be. Sure didn't do things by halves, there.
He is tempted to ask if there's magic that could restore his life force, his looks, the things he'd lost, but he stops himself before he does. As if Taako wouldn't have thought of that, himself. If he hasn't found a way to do it, there probably isn't one, and asking would just be insulting. Cisco nods, hating that something so messed up had happened to his friend, but accepting it. After all, there is something he can do to help. ]
Well... well if you've got a little less life force than before, pretty damn important to get you a suit. How 'bout you come by my workshop sometime next week and I can take your measurements and we can talk design and what kinda safety stuff is gonna be most important.
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[ Maybe that's not the kind of thing Cisco ought to be glad for, but, well, he is. Evil magic ghosts that feed on suffering really don't deserve a second chance, do they? And it sounds like Taako and Magnus and Merle were definitely not their first victims, so, fuck them anyway.
It takes a moment to understand what Taako means. He'd seen a wooden mannequin in that vision he got from Taako's future, but... that had been Magnus? Taako's friend? They'd changed him into a giant wooden doll, like some kind of reverse Pinnochio horrorshow? ]
Jesus.
[ Cisco pauses a moment to take a long drink from his beer; conversations about Taako's world always seem to go like this. Cisco spends about half the time marveling about how awesome it is (cloaks that let you breathe underwater!) and about half the time thinking it sounds like the last place in the multiverse he would ever want to be. Sure didn't do things by halves, there.
He is tempted to ask if there's magic that could restore his life force, his looks, the things he'd lost, but he stops himself before he does. As if Taako wouldn't have thought of that, himself. If he hasn't found a way to do it, there probably isn't one, and asking would just be insulting. Cisco nods, hating that something so messed up had happened to his friend, but accepting it. After all, there is something he can do to help. ]
Well... well if you've got a little less life force than before, pretty damn important to get you a suit. How 'bout you come by my workshop sometime next week and I can take your measurements and we can talk design and what kinda safety stuff is gonna be most important.