[In this instance, Rufus isn’t bothered by Alec’s skepticism; a VR training sim might not be the exactly the real thing, but it’s sure damn close enough. The tech was beyond what most could even comprehend, the danger of injury just as real, and therefore the skills learned? Just as legitimate.
But let him think what he wants. No doubt he considers Rufus just a rich kid with a gun, but it’s no skin off his back.
The shotgun clicks back to into place with a satisfying sound, and he holds it at ready, smirking at Alec.]
You do that.
[As if fate itself was telling Alec to get his figurative popcorn ready, a distant building, barely held up by cobbled together pieces of metal, creaks, groans, and then falls over in a noisy display. The reason becomes clear — one drake had perched on top of it, its weight too much and unbalanced, then took to the air again as the building began to crumble. It hovers mid-air, looking forward another place to land.]
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But let him think what he wants. No doubt he considers Rufus just a rich kid with a gun, but it’s no skin off his back.
The shotgun clicks back to into place with a satisfying sound, and he holds it at ready, smirking at Alec.]
You do that.
[As if fate itself was telling Alec to get his figurative popcorn ready, a distant building, barely held up by cobbled together pieces of metal, creaks, groans, and then falls over in a noisy display. The reason becomes clear — one drake had perched on top of it, its weight too much and unbalanced, then took to the air again as the building began to crumble. It hovers mid-air, looking forward another place to land.]
Look who’s here.