Gabriel "Gabe" Eldridge (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lvlup) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} commandhq, |
“Even if you promised not to judge too harshly,” Gabe told her with a warm, broad grin. “I mean, it might not be much but I at least gotta pretend to have some game now that I can’t just magic stuff outta thin air to impress beautiful women.” Not that he’d ever done that in the first instance; his powers needed more words than a simple ‘abracadabra’ and saying ‘bouquetofflowers’ ten times to get a beautiful bunched bouquet (heh, mind alliteration, hilarious) was less impressive than just producing it from a shirt sleeve with a flourish.
When he talked about his powers and felt Raven’s eyes on him, and how they seemed to just get bigger, he sort of trailed off and shifted a little, unable to tell if she believed him and was humouring him with the magic wand comment or if she was completely not believing him. He supposed, either way was a possibility. He hadn’t ever talked about his powers much so he didn’t really know how to describe them. He thought he’d done okay to Rachel, but maybe not and she had a file (a file of lies) to refer to.
“Yeah,” he settled on saying with a sigh. “And calling myself ‘Wiccan’ was determined as a no-no for my code name, which was just stupid. Don’t give me the option to pick my own nickname if you’re gonna shut me down.” He rubbed at the bracelet. “This projects like a field around me, too. I don’t know if that’ll affect anyone else, but there you have it. So if you’re super attached to your powers… stay at least six inches away. Though, if you’re not, you don’t have to. That’d be a shame.”