08-09-2018, 10:23 PM
Elias' deadpan response spoke volumes. Facial recognition. His uncle's wallet was impressive piece of scientific machinery, but facial recognition wasn't among the platforms embedded. Marine species recognition, maybe. He rubbed a throbbing temple.
"You guys wanted to test out a facial recognition program and thought the best way to go about it was to goad someone into responding."
Saying it aloud drained some of the tension, but the shift was slow as water seeping through sand. Dumb as it was, the explanation made some sense. People were idiots. Their constant rubbing one another up and down made him want to roll his eyes. People everywhere were the same. All the pretty people banging each other, trading places and doing it again.
The dog lapped at black-painted nails, what peeked from the slits of openings in his gloves anyway. He scratched its head, and caught himself smirking when its baseball bat of a tail wabbled about like a flailing weapon. The power of Rage subsided a little, but he couldn't help but comment. "You call that Raging storm fairy lights?" His sniff was one of disbelief, even if it was tinged by shades of sarcasm. Fairy lights hardly sounded dangerous. This guy must never have seen what his pretty lights could do.
That's when it hit him.
Fairy lights. Fire. At the Moshka River, he focused almost exclusively on the Rage of water. Turning the Rage of Fire upon the creature didn't even cross his mind.
"That's how to kill it," his lips mouthed the barely audible epiphany. A wicked smile grew.
"You guys wanted to test out a facial recognition program and thought the best way to go about it was to goad someone into responding."
Saying it aloud drained some of the tension, but the shift was slow as water seeping through sand. Dumb as it was, the explanation made some sense. People were idiots. Their constant rubbing one another up and down made him want to roll his eyes. People everywhere were the same. All the pretty people banging each other, trading places and doing it again.
The dog lapped at black-painted nails, what peeked from the slits of openings in his gloves anyway. He scratched its head, and caught himself smirking when its baseball bat of a tail wabbled about like a flailing weapon. The power of Rage subsided a little, but he couldn't help but comment. "You call that Raging storm fairy lights?" His sniff was one of disbelief, even if it was tinged by shades of sarcasm. Fairy lights hardly sounded dangerous. This guy must never have seen what his pretty lights could do.
That's when it hit him.
Fairy lights. Fire. At the Moshka River, he focused almost exclusively on the Rage of water. Turning the Rage of Fire upon the creature didn't even cross his mind.
"That's how to kill it," his lips mouthed the barely audible epiphany. A wicked smile grew.