07-15-2016, 10:47 PM
The use of power was creative. Dane watched the fibers make their forms as he finished the látte. The security camera was disabled in a way Dane noted, and done much easier than his method. Nox's explanation for this choice of tunnel seemed logical and Dane didn't think he was lying. Did every tunnel always lead somewhere sinister? How did Nox know this one went somewhere besides conduits of excrement?
He dropped the empty cup on the ground and followed him inside.
The darkness was more consuming than mere shade should have been. Dane zipped his jacket, and programmed the setting to keep him comfortable in the temperature. He wore tight black gloves, supple but not expensive. These were his preferred brand to discard after they were soiled.
With them, he accepted the sunglasses although he hesitated to put them on. The gun was met with an even greater scoff. "I have no idea how to shoot a gun. I'd be more likely to shoot you than anything else." He let his fingers curl around the metal and trace the ridges as he took it from Nox. It was heavier than he expected and was glad for the holster to secure to his waist for to carry it. Nox had to show him several times the sequence of events required to draw, aim, and fire. Even how to grip and brace himself in a stance. Dane accepted the teachings seriously. Neither did he want to shoot himself in the process.
The rest of the information about the sunglasses he flat out frowned about. He had no experience operating such a device let alone trusting it to guide him. "Must we wear them?" He asked, and wondered at how such maps came to be at all. And who drew them. With a growl, he finally put them on and hated the fit. The operating system flashed across his line of sight then, and he took several more minutes learning the navigation. He signaled when he was ready. All this work had taken the excitement out of the adventure. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go at all now.
He dropped the empty cup on the ground and followed him inside.
The darkness was more consuming than mere shade should have been. Dane zipped his jacket, and programmed the setting to keep him comfortable in the temperature. He wore tight black gloves, supple but not expensive. These were his preferred brand to discard after they were soiled.
With them, he accepted the sunglasses although he hesitated to put them on. The gun was met with an even greater scoff. "I have no idea how to shoot a gun. I'd be more likely to shoot you than anything else." He let his fingers curl around the metal and trace the ridges as he took it from Nox. It was heavier than he expected and was glad for the holster to secure to his waist for to carry it. Nox had to show him several times the sequence of events required to draw, aim, and fire. Even how to grip and brace himself in a stance. Dane accepted the teachings seriously. Neither did he want to shoot himself in the process.
The rest of the information about the sunglasses he flat out frowned about. He had no experience operating such a device let alone trusting it to guide him. "Must we wear them?" He asked, and wondered at how such maps came to be at all. And who drew them. With a growl, he finally put them on and hated the fit. The operating system flashed across his line of sight then, and he took several more minutes learning the navigation. He signaled when he was ready. All this work had taken the excitement out of the adventure. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go at all now.