[Man, the pressure's kind of on now. He needs to do something impressive-- problem is a lot of his spells were designed for like, killing shit. Not this sort of close quarters stuff, not the things that are actually cool. And if he starts lighting shit on fire, people are gonna get pissed and that's a huge mood killer. He needs interesting, but small. But Taako's not even remotely a small kinda guy.
He tilts his head to the side, and nabs a fork off the table. Alright. He can mix a few things.]
Check it.
[He flicks his finger against the fork, just to prove it's metal and pretty solid. Then, he draws a finger over it, and with just a second of green light, closes his hands over it and the piece utterly crumples like tin foil into his enclosed hands. He takes it from a dome, to pressing his palms together, and then opens them flat.
Sitting in his open palm is a large, brightly colored butterfly.
It shakes its wings once or twice in Taako's hand before fluttering up and starting away. And once it gets up above their head, it disappears, and Taako grins.]
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He tilts his head to the side, and nabs a fork off the table. Alright. He can mix a few things.]
Check it.
[He flicks his finger against the fork, just to prove it's metal and pretty solid. Then, he draws a finger over it, and with just a second of green light, closes his hands over it and the piece utterly crumples like tin foil into his enclosed hands. He takes it from a dome, to pressing his palms together, and then opens them flat.
Sitting in his open palm is a large, brightly colored butterfly.
It shakes its wings once or twice in Taako's hand before fluttering up and starting away. And once it gets up above their head, it disappears, and Taako grins.]
So. Impressed?