Jack follows along easily enough, though for a moment Eliot can only blink at him, wondering if he's somehow failed to grasp the concept of a fitting room and intends to simply stand there and change clothes with the door open. Eliot ought to say something.
But he doesn't, can't, really; Jack's talking away at a tidy clip and between that and the knife he’s carrying and the way he visibly diminishes in bulk as he loses his outer layers it takes Eliot a moment to even register what he's saying.
"Well, it's..." It's a hypothetical, Eliot wants to say, feeling a little indignant, but Jack raises an interesting point. He might as well play in the space; more pleasant than wondering how he might have to explain a weapon to mall security, anyway. "Okay," he sighs, "that's fair, I was thinking more along the lines of covering an assault on a beach but yes, the captain, then, or whoever's at the, you know, the helm." He's sure he knew the proper title at one point, but it hardly matters now.
Eliot sets his things down on the bench and paces a bit, envisioning the logistics. None of the other booths are occupied, thankfully, so he has no qualms about brainstorming aloud. "So really I'd want to disable the whole ship," he says, glancing back in the direction of Jack's door for a moment. "What's the objective here, are we trying to...steal from them, or like just defend ourselves from attack? Because that rather changes the parameters. If I were trying to sink it, I mean I'd probably need another magician's help if it were really big, or terribly far away, but...no, no I think I could sink a ship if I had to." He frowns to himself. It would be messy work, and cruel, but if the situation was that dire he thinks he could live with it.
"Freeze the water around it," he says, one hand working through the basic forms for the thermodynamics, before he curls it in a fist. "Crush some of the hull with the ice. Easier with another pair of hands, certainly, and I suppose if I'm engaging in magical piracy I'd have the proper materials onboard. Really, most of what I could do in the heat of the moment doesn't lend itself to much finesse, I'm afraid."
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But he doesn't, can't, really; Jack's talking away at a tidy clip and between that and the knife he’s carrying and the way he visibly diminishes in bulk as he loses his outer layers it takes Eliot a moment to even register what he's saying.
"Well, it's..." It's a hypothetical, Eliot wants to say, feeling a little indignant, but Jack raises an interesting point. He might as well play in the space; more pleasant than wondering how he might have to explain a weapon to mall security, anyway. "Okay," he sighs, "that's fair, I was thinking more along the lines of covering an assault on a beach but yes, the captain, then, or whoever's at the, you know, the helm." He's sure he knew the proper title at one point, but it hardly matters now.
Eliot sets his things down on the bench and paces a bit, envisioning the logistics. None of the other booths are occupied, thankfully, so he has no qualms about brainstorming aloud. "So really I'd want to disable the whole ship," he says, glancing back in the direction of Jack's door for a moment. "What's the objective here, are we trying to...steal from them, or like just defend ourselves from attack? Because that rather changes the parameters. If I were trying to sink it, I mean I'd probably need another magician's help if it were really big, or terribly far away, but...no, no I think I could sink a ship if I had to." He frowns to himself. It would be messy work, and cruel, but if the situation was that dire he thinks he could live with it.
"Freeze the water around it," he says, one hand working through the basic forms for the thermodynamics, before he curls it in a fist. "Crush some of the hull with the ice. Easier with another pair of hands, certainly, and I suppose if I'm engaging in magical piracy I'd have the proper materials onboard. Really, most of what I could do in the heat of the moment doesn't lend itself to much finesse, I'm afraid."