He won't know magic is real, when he first shows up. If he does, I mean. That's an advantage, for sure.
[ He may be from the future, where technology is much more advanced, but the rules of magic are different. Eobard won't understand them, won't know what to expect. ]
Magic jar?
[ When Taako first says that name, Cisco is imagining something fairly whimsical - an actual, magical mason jar of some sort, forming all around Eobard in his Reverse Flash getup. Maybe slowly filling from the bottom with jam, like something out of an action movie where the heroes are trapped in a small space that is flooding, but much sillier.
Except then Taako is talking about taking over his body, and killing it, and Cisco feels a sudden rush of disgust at himself, imagining stupid nonsense about jam when they're brainstorming the best way to murder someone - even someone as evil as Eobard. His tiny smile, from when he'd imagined that big glass jar, slips away. It is possible he has a few qualms, after all. Not enough to stop him, should that day ever come. Just enough to make him feel a little bit sick, right now, thinking about it. Or maybe it's the wine.
(Which isn't, of course, going to prevent him for reaching for his cup and taking a nice big drink before he asks): ]
Hey, Taako, can we, uh... save the rest of the strategizing for another day, maybe? I know it's important, I know, I'm just uh. Not... firing on all the cylinders, y'know?
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[ He may be from the future, where technology is much more advanced, but the rules of magic are different. Eobard won't understand them, won't know what to expect. ]
Magic jar?
[ When Taako first says that name, Cisco is imagining something fairly whimsical - an actual, magical mason jar of some sort, forming all around Eobard in his Reverse Flash getup. Maybe slowly filling from the bottom with jam, like something out of an action movie where the heroes are trapped in a small space that is flooding, but much sillier.
Except then Taako is talking about taking over his body, and killing it, and Cisco feels a sudden rush of disgust at himself, imagining stupid nonsense about jam when they're brainstorming the best way to murder someone - even someone as evil as Eobard. His tiny smile, from when he'd imagined that big glass jar, slips away. It is possible he has a few qualms, after all. Not enough to stop him, should that day ever come. Just enough to make him feel a little bit sick, right now, thinking about it. Or maybe it's the wine.
(Which isn't, of course, going to prevent him for reaching for his cup and taking a nice big drink before he asks): ]
Hey, Taako, can we, uh... save the rest of the strategizing for another day, maybe? I know it's important, I know, I'm just uh. Not... firing on all the cylinders, y'know?