[ Eugene's Conduit abilities were pretty limited here. He could still fly with hardlight wings at will, that didn't tap him out. But constantly blasting rats with Video energy was starting to wear thin. The attacks weren't as strong over time and instead of chasing away the rats, it was just kind of irritating them.
So, he did the next best thing. He roared at them. This wasn't some wimpy angry nerdboy rage roar. This was his werewolf side coming out. Fangs and claws appeared, eyes turned that telltale glowing blue and the roar was enough to make the cyborg rats stop in fear, the majority of the massive horde of them turning tail and running.
Whatever the hell that was, they wanted none of it. Claws and fangs retract and Eugene Sims goes back to looking like the nerd he is a few seconds later. Turning to who he's working with, he asks; ]
Did you find that emitter they asked for, yet?
[Picnic with a view ]
[ It's later on and Eugene's sitting some distance away from the party, back pressed against a tree as he balances a plate on his knee, the young man seated on the ground. It wasn't that he didn't want to be part of the party. From where he was, it was still close enough to be considered part of things.
It was just the noise if it. There were a lot of sounds, and a lot of smells, and he was kinda tired. It was overwhelming, if he were going to be honest. But people having fun always brought a smile to his face, and they'd done a good thing today.
He was feeling pretty damn good about this visit. There was one particular guest he was keeping an eye on, a short, round man who was really fond of the ale he was serving and was telling stories to whoever would listen. The more he drank, the more slurred his stories became, and Eugene was amused by this. Tapping the leg of the person sitting nearest to him, he points the man out who was in the middle of a very big yawn. ]
How long until he falls asleep in the middle of one of his stories, do you think?
Eugene Sims (CRAU) - inFamous: Second Son - OTA
[ Eugene's Conduit abilities were pretty limited here. He could still fly with hardlight wings at will, that didn't tap him out. But constantly blasting rats with Video energy was starting to wear thin. The attacks weren't as strong over time and instead of chasing away the rats, it was just kind of irritating them.
So, he did the next best thing. He roared at them. This wasn't some wimpy angry nerdboy rage roar. This was his werewolf side coming out. Fangs and claws appeared, eyes turned that telltale glowing blue and the roar was enough to make the cyborg rats stop in fear, the majority of the massive horde of them turning tail and running.
Whatever the hell that was, they wanted none of it. Claws and fangs retract and Eugene Sims goes back to looking like the nerd he is a few seconds later. Turning to who he's working with, he asks; ]
Did you find that emitter they asked for, yet?
[Picnic with a view ]
[ It's later on and Eugene's sitting some distance away from the party, back pressed against a tree as he balances a plate on his knee, the young man seated on the ground. It wasn't that he didn't want to be part of the party. From where he was, it was still close enough to be considered part of things.
It was just the noise if it. There were a lot of sounds, and a lot of smells, and he was kinda tired. It was overwhelming, if he were going to be honest. But people having fun always brought a smile to his face, and they'd done a good thing today.
He was feeling pretty damn good about this visit. There was one particular guest he was keeping an eye on, a short, round man who was really fond of the ale he was serving and was telling stories to whoever would listen. The more he drank, the more slurred his stories became, and Eugene was amused by this. Tapping the leg of the person sitting nearest to him, he points the man out who was in the middle of a very big yawn. ]
How long until he falls asleep in the middle of one of his stories, do you think?