"Spider silk's horrible with fire. Goes fwoosh in a snap." His fingers snap and a wave of his hand imitates the fire it would cause-- but this is more of an automatic reaction than he means. He knows that he can't perform with any variation of spider silk, but Tidus had been talking about practice until he can get a real one.
Nevermind that Esteban isn't quite sure where he might get a real one. The materials are simple enough, in theory but he still doesn't know what's in the train shop or not-- he's barely managed to catch onto the voting system this morning, and only because he'd wanted-needed the weather effect just to feel the tiniest bit settled into his own skin.
Anyways-- back on track.
"It would work for practice, but not s' much for an actual performance, an' I'd feel bad makin' them weave that much rope just for practice."
Then again, considering the sheer amount of time on his hands, Esteban bets he'd be using even the practice rope an hour or more per day at the very least. It's not that bad of an investment, actually. And the rest is just a matter of finding a counterweight he can adjust-- sand is an easy one, but it could be anything, really.
The frown of concentration on his face is slowly clearing up as he considers it, brightening as the idea seems more and more likely.
"But it would work," he nods, more assured now. "I'd just need a rope, a pouch, an' a counterweight." If he can make the pouch bright red somehow all the better; as it helps him keep track of his distances. But it's not an overly complicated project.
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Nevermind that Esteban isn't quite sure where he might get a real one. The materials are simple enough, in theory but he still doesn't know what's in the train shop or not-- he's barely managed to catch onto the voting system this morning, and only because he'd wanted-needed the weather effect just to feel the tiniest bit settled into his own skin.
Anyways-- back on track.
"It would work for practice, but not s' much for an actual performance, an' I'd feel bad makin' them weave that much rope just for practice."
Then again, considering the sheer amount of time on his hands, Esteban bets he'd be using even the practice rope an hour or more per day at the very least. It's not that bad of an investment, actually. And the rest is just a matter of finding a counterweight he can adjust-- sand is an easy one, but it could be anything, really.
The frown of concentration on his face is slowly clearing up as he considers it, brightening as the idea seems more and more likely.
"But it would work," he nods, more assured now. "I'd just need a rope, a pouch, an' a counterweight." If he can make the pouch bright red somehow all the better; as it helps him keep track of his distances. But it's not an overly complicated project.