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Glancing up from his rummaging, Dalton smiled kindly at the agent, welcoming her curiosity. He knew a few ritualists got somewhat secretive, but he'd written entire treatises on his work so that hardly counted for him. “Well, I'm crafting the illusion through manipulating light, so tricking the light to behave as if there is a flesh arm where your metal arm is,” Dalton began, detailing out the principle behind his visual illusion. “So I'm looking for things that reflect light, or that look particularly visually interesting, like so.”
To demonstrate, he pulled out a scrap of gauzy fabric. The light shone through it, but the fabric had been threaded through with a shinier type of thread, the light catching at certain angles, calling to light reflecting off of something more liquid than the fabric in his hands. It sparked between his fingers, a feeling only Dalton could pick up, the potential in it positively buzzing at his fingertips.
Glancing up from his rummaging, Dalton smiled kindly at the agent, welcoming her curiosity. He knew a few ritualists got somewhat secretive, but he'd written entire treatises on his work so that hardly counted for him. “Well, I'm crafting the illusion through manipulating light, so tricking the light to behave as if there is a flesh arm where your metal arm is,” Dalton began, detailing out the principle behind his visual illusion. “So I'm looking for things that reflect light, or that look particularly visually interesting, like so.”
To demonstrate, he pulled out a scrap of gauzy fabric. The light shone through it, but the fabric had been threaded through with a shinier type of thread, the light catching at certain angles, calling to light reflecting off of something more liquid than the fabric in his hands. It sparked between his fingers, a feeling only Dalton could pick up, the potential in it positively buzzing at his fingertips.