Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619/@comment-27743663-20170121011159

"Positively cheery, isn't she," spoke out Gillian with a yawn, dismissing Margrit's lack of teamwork. There was bound to be some person like that at some point, and it's like he cared much, so long as the job was done. His hands in his pockets, he rolled his shoulders a bit, relaxing his stance before he immediately tensed up as a hand touched his shoulder.

Glancing at who the perpetrator was to smite them, he found himself tensing up even further as he saw Elizabeth, a completely different air and stature about her than before. A certain air of age, but not age holding weakness and dementia, one of experience and strength. Through it all, he kept his passive facade, ignoring the sheer force and impact behind her touch.

...Oh my, was all he could manage to think as she sat back down. That very near confirmed all his worries about the woman. It was very likely she had her own facade to keep up. No matter, as long as she fulfilled her task and showed no problems.

Just when he could relax though, he instead found himsel frowning as he began to feel the air heat up, his air slightly standing on end to his chagrin. Feeling his eyes droop witt disinterest, he could only find himself yawn as he heard the crackle, shaking his head with an amused smirk.

"It appears I've hired a bug-zapper rather than swordsman. How quaint," chuckled out Gillian without bothering to turn around to face Drait, "truly Sir Drait, you might impress the fledglings here with that parlor trick, but not I. I'm certain the mindless Grimm will enjoyed with your spark show."

Turning around and walking out, he only stopped momentarily to look at both Fabio and Elizabeth,  barely registering Leon among the three. With a slight squint in his eyes, he addressed the hooded boy.

"No, they don't. You best be careful Sir Fabio, I'll allow you to have your fun with the others, but I can't be promised on what the outcome will be. If you overstep your bounds though, you may find yourself slipping with the others. Quite easy for one to disappear without a trace in these mines," spoke Gillian, thought rather than coming off as a warning, or threat, or even advice, it seemed to come out as simple fact, as if he knew more than he was letting on.

"Come now Miss Elizabeth, we are departing. You may bring the guardian if you so please," spoke Gillian as he walked out the door, only offering a light shrug with his hands and shoulders as he addressed Drait with the same amused smirk, "Ooooh? And why should I? If I had wanted to do it myself, I wouldn't have brought you all here, now would I? I suppose if you're in question of my power, I have no issue in showing you, as a gesture of repaying your earlier show with one of my own."

Upon saying that, a mysterious drill suddenly appeared in Gillian's hand. It looked odd, having crystals on its sides, yet held a powerful air abound it. It begun to spin, distorting the air around it and gathering power into its core, begunning to glow a pale color as all the pent up power was then let out in a pure spiral of force, tearing apart the ground in front of them with little difficultly. After about a few seconds of this, the drill began to slow down, its power subsiding.

That done, Gil looked at the scene in front of him with disinterest, earth and stone thrown around the area around them. The torn up ground seemed to make a makeshift path towards the side of his house, a horribly torn apart and destroyed path with debris tossed around it haphazardly and a few craters, but a path nonetheless. He was careful to not aim for any of his vassals and only the area at the side of his house, but some of the pebbles and dust may have gone their way.

"Enough of that now. We're grown men, not bickering children arguging over who has the better cards. If anyone else decides to take that as an invitation to show off and put on a show of their abilities, there will be consuequences, and I shall deal with them myself. We've wasted enough time acting so foolishly. I simply wished to make a point to anyone in doubt of me," spoke Gillian out dully, his weapon vanishing from his hand as he walked towards the mineshaft with his hands in his pockets, "come now, your King commands it."