Abilities. [ and then, by way of explanation: ] I teach the classes. Most of them, anyway. Kaldur helps with the others when I can't make it.
[ dates and times, locations, all that's information that happens to be listed in the newbie guide. but she's not sure if he's gotten a copy. daisy's favorite move is to casually airdrop the document right into their neural desktop, plunking it down in front of their face without so much as a word.
she'll give him opportunity to look it over, if he wants; she needs a minute, anyway, to let her hands get to work over the toy. though she drops it in her lap, it doesn't take more than a few moments for a familiar (to her, anyway) blue glow to splay out over the space. it seems to come from within her chest, though it's not clear as to how or why it's so bright; as her hands gently rotate around the toy, it begins to hover, pieces slowly but surely dislodging from the build and resting in orbit around the center.
it takes most of her concentration, so daisy doesn't talk much while she works. instead, her attentions are clearly focused, brow knitting as she tilts her head from side to side, observing and guiding and carefully manipulating until the toy is completely undone, a few dozen small parts floating above her lap.
he's new, so he doesn't get a weapon. (sorry, cassian. if you're creative, maybe you can still use it as one.) instead, she gets to work aligning the pieces, mentally nudging them across an invisible workspace as they lay out in the shape of a small shield, the forks aligned as spokes around a central point. ]
Like I said. Take stuff apart, put it back together.
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[ dates and times, locations, all that's information that happens to be listed in the newbie guide. but she's not sure if he's gotten a copy. daisy's favorite move is to casually airdrop the document right into their neural desktop, plunking it down in front of their face without so much as a word.
she'll give him opportunity to look it over, if he wants; she needs a minute, anyway, to let her hands get to work over the toy. though she drops it in her lap, it doesn't take more than a few moments for a familiar (to her, anyway) blue glow to splay out over the space. it seems to come from within her chest, though it's not clear as to how or why it's so bright; as her hands gently rotate around the toy, it begins to hover, pieces slowly but surely dislodging from the build and resting in orbit around the center.
it takes most of her concentration, so daisy doesn't talk much while she works. instead, her attentions are clearly focused, brow knitting as she tilts her head from side to side, observing and guiding and carefully manipulating until the toy is completely undone, a few dozen small parts floating above her lap.
he's new, so he doesn't get a weapon. (sorry, cassian. if you're creative, maybe you can still use it as one.) instead, she gets to work aligning the pieces, mentally nudging them across an invisible workspace as they lay out in the shape of a small shield, the forks aligned as spokes around a central point. ]
Like I said. Take stuff apart, put it back together.