"They took everything you had," Donnie assumes. That seems to be the way of things with those the Imperials bring in.
"Are the standard ones different from what you're used to?" Aside from a new eyepiece- a sniper? No wait, that's not what she's getting at. Not exactly. He squints into the flames.
"...you adapt. Make it work for you."
He pulls out the now glowing orange piece of metal, bringing it over to the nearby anvil. "The more you know where things fall short, the better you can accomodate for it. The same weapon gives different results depending on the hands that use it. Same as tools."
His eyes skim the workbench but none of the hammers seem to satisfy his immediate need as he makes a face. "But things can still be made better, so long as nothing's holding you back," he says as he concentrates. Mystic tools will certainly work in a pinch, but if he can just...make something that will produce the results he's looking for with less need to keep adjusting-
Glowing lines of vibrant purple trace in the air above the anvil and the piece, tracing out some sort of machinery press. It's entirely translucent and doesn't look like much more than a three-dimensional schematic, but Donnie closes a fist like he's pulling a lever- unnessessary but he feels it doesn't hurt to go through the motion. The head comes down upon the metal, the sound it produces real enough.
Donnie opens his hand again, pulling his goggles down as he leans in to eyeball the metal plate before he straightens again and gives it another pound.
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"Are the standard ones different from what you're used to?" Aside from a new eyepiece- a sniper? No wait, that's not what she's getting at. Not exactly. He squints into the flames.
"...you adapt. Make it work for you."
He pulls out the now glowing orange piece of metal, bringing it over to the nearby anvil. "The more you know where things fall short, the better you can accomodate for it. The same weapon gives different results depending on the hands that use it. Same as tools."
His eyes skim the workbench but none of the hammers seem to satisfy his immediate need as he makes a face. "But things can still be made better, so long as nothing's holding you back," he says as he concentrates. Mystic tools will certainly work in a pinch, but if he can just...make something that will produce the results he's looking for with less need to keep adjusting-
Glowing lines of vibrant purple trace in the air above the anvil and the piece, tracing out some sort of machinery press. It's entirely translucent and doesn't look like much more than a three-dimensional schematic, but Donnie closes a fist like he's pulling a lever- unnessessary but he feels it doesn't hurt to go through the motion. The head comes down upon the metal, the sound it produces real enough.
Donnie opens his hand again, pulling his goggles down as he leans in to eyeball the metal plate before he straightens again and gives it another pound.