Y'know, based off the dirty looks Gyre gave his clones, it seems he misunderstood the wild elf's investment in this situation with Seven. Nine leaping out of the room like a bat out of hell tells him that Gyre was not able to communicate much of anything meaningful, even though time seemed of the essence. Sure, he was loud, but you know what else is loud? Seven banging around and knocking doors down in a giant box! How did that not bring Nine leaping in to save the day?!
All those thoughts and more race through the Garrots in the hall as one gets barrier'd and a few more get uh wrapped up in weird metallic tendril things. They're not hurt, they can all still think, and every single Garrot has definitely been tied up before. A lot. So, like... there's a bit of squirming and grumbling from the accosted ones as their hands try to touch whatever material the tendrils are made out of, but other than that? He's not really making much of a scene or reacting, which will probably be very concerning for Gyre given the bigger man's bombastic tendencies.
Until all the clones are gone in a collective, hallway-filling puff of golden-bronze glitterdust that, if one is attentive, continues in a trail to Seven's room. Garrot knows they're all supposed to be working together, and he has absolutely no intention of giving unnecessary distractions to the one person who can get Seven out.
"Nine." The original Monkey Knight voice calls out from Seven's room, heeding Five's advice as it takes the tone of a stern, disappointed parent. "You can hate me after Seven's out, understand?" Gyre and Nine are on their way over, hopefully, and that's what matters to him. But, uh, those crazy metal tendrils are quickly making their way up the list of priorities, they're cool...
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All those thoughts and more race through the Garrots in the hall as one gets barrier'd and a few more get uh wrapped up in weird metallic tendril things. They're not hurt, they can all still think, and every single Garrot has definitely been tied up before. A lot. So, like... there's a bit of squirming and grumbling from the accosted ones as their hands try to touch whatever material the tendrils are made out of, but other than that? He's not really making much of a scene or reacting, which will probably be very concerning for Gyre given the bigger man's bombastic tendencies.
Until all the clones are gone in a collective, hallway-filling puff of golden-bronze glitterdust that, if one is attentive, continues in a trail to Seven's room. Garrot knows they're all supposed to be working together, and he has absolutely no intention of giving unnecessary distractions to the one person who can get Seven out.
"Nine." The original Monkey Knight voice calls out from Seven's room, heeding Five's advice as it takes the tone of a stern, disappointed parent. "You can hate me after Seven's out, understand?" Gyre and Nine are on their way over, hopefully, and that's what matters to him. But, uh, those crazy metal tendrils are quickly making their way up the list of priorities, they're cool...