Sounds like things're complicated, magic-wise back home?
[That's the vibe he's getting anyway. True enough that this may not be the best time to be delving into such subjects, not with rabid mushroom people to deal with. Donnie isn't as eager to jump right into them even when they're confined, dancing back after each administration of a shot.]
Oh yeah, wouldn't kill them. The needles aren't that long either so even a badly aimed projectile wouldn't cause any lethal damage. [Boy does he sound way to casual about that. He's studying another syringe, removing the cap before he snakes in another dose between flailing arms.]
These'd need some modifications to inject upon impact...
[He grabs several more syringes between his fingers like throwing knives, yanking off the caps before the familiar glow trademark of his mystic tech starts to trace around them, encasing them roughly in a cylindrical layer. Then he tucks his bo behind him to free up his hand for his next trick, purple lines spreading out like a schematic forming in real-time.
His grin is borderline manic as holds up the outlines of a futuristic rifle, loading up the syringes.]
no subject
[That's the vibe he's getting anyway. True enough that this may not be the best time to be delving into such subjects, not with rabid mushroom people to deal with. Donnie isn't as eager to jump right into them even when they're confined, dancing back after each administration of a shot.]
Oh yeah, wouldn't kill them. The needles aren't that long either so even a badly aimed projectile wouldn't cause any lethal damage. [Boy does he sound way to casual about that. He's studying another syringe, removing the cap before he snakes in another dose between flailing arms.]
These'd need some modifications to inject upon impact...
[He grabs several more syringes between his fingers like throwing knives, yanking off the caps before the familiar glow trademark of his mystic tech starts to trace around them, encasing them roughly in a cylindrical layer. Then he tucks his bo behind him to free up his hand for his next trick, purple lines spreading out like a schematic forming in real-time.
His grin is borderline manic as holds up the outlines of a futuristic rifle, loading up the syringes.]
Aaaaand voilà!