[ Making up nicknames is not Mace's strongest suit, so it’s probably just as well that Ian decides to materialize another knife at that point, distracting him completely. The moment Ian’s hand is out again, his eyes are right back on it, following the blue glow like he’s trying to figure out how it works just from watching it.
He does catch that reference, though, as well as the way the atmosphere shifts — they’re getting down to business. It takes a second but it does strike a bell, and Mace is, in fact, all seriousness as he nods.
He can see where this is going and he likes it. ]
Kid booby traps his house, takes down the bad guys despite the odds.
[ Or rather, tips the odds in his favour. A pause in between looking around the area for some fabric to wrap his hands with — no point getting splinters while swinging — and he glances back over at Ian. ]
Old movie.
[ Same decade as the Island of Doctor Moreau, now that he thinks about it. ]
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He does catch that reference, though, as well as the way the atmosphere shifts — they’re getting down to business. It takes a second but it does strike a bell, and Mace is, in fact, all seriousness as he nods.
He can see where this is going and he likes it. ]
Kid booby traps his house, takes down the bad guys despite the odds.
[ Or rather, tips the odds in his favour. A pause in between looking around the area for some fabric to wrap his hands with — no point getting splinters while swinging — and he glances back over at Ian. ]
Old movie.
[ Same decade as the Island of Doctor Moreau, now that he thinks about it. ]