[ Ian takes up a post at one of the few tables in the safe house. Matter of fact, he's sort of claimed it by virtue of leaving his work on it all day every day, and the fact that he exists at that table almost every evening leaves no doubt who it belongs to. It's a scattering of piece parts and tools, of gadgets he's put together in his attempts at getting caught up on the last 500 years of technology.
Right now it's a little cube with a little glowing hologram beaming up from inside it, making a three-dimensional engine shape. The thing is, even this is antiquated since everyone's moved on to neural mesh implants that just broadcast that shit directly into your eyes or your brain, but. Whatever. It's novel to him.
It's that he looks up from at the request, brow furrowing, bemusement written clearly on his features.
Some people get really hung up on their powers.
(Not that he can blame them, his is fucking stupid.) ]
If you just wanna see it in action, skin to skin contact'll do it. The chest thing, I mean. Not the... super power.
[ Air quotes; maybe detectably self-deprecating, or maybe it isn't noticeable enough. ]
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Right now it's a little cube with a little glowing hologram beaming up from inside it, making a three-dimensional engine shape. The thing is, even this is antiquated since everyone's moved on to neural mesh implants that just broadcast that shit directly into your eyes or your brain, but. Whatever. It's novel to him.
It's that he looks up from at the request, brow furrowing, bemusement written clearly on his features.
Some people get really hung up on their powers.
(Not that he can blame them, his is fucking stupid.) ]
If you just wanna see it in action, skin to skin contact'll do it. The chest thing, I mean. Not the... super power.
[ Air quotes; maybe detectably self-deprecating, or maybe it isn't noticeable enough. ]