Her analytic mind absorbed all his questions, piled them up and she considered order. Answer them as they came? Or in order of importance, or..? She grinned slightly, and while it might only make sense to her, she was pleased enough with the order.
"They're on a space dirigible," she said. What practical purpose could dolphins serve in space, if they weren't either enhanced or here to be studied and enhanced?" She had a cat who walked, talked, wore a greatcoat, and thought himself her master. She could see talking dolphins smart enough to fly a ship. She just didn't see that yet in THESE dolphins.
"Tarvek and Gil are sparks. Strong sparks. With enough determination and teamwork they could build or destroy ANYTHING. The three of us together were able to fix the castle while under attack from all sides. There is no law of physics and no scientific theory we cannot bend to our whim if we just figure out the RIGHT science to apply!"
Madness gathered in her eyes, and anyone who knew her would either be putting a tool in her hand, or getting out of dodge. Well, there were people who might try to calm her down. At this stage, it was still possible... not easy or likely. but possible.
"The pen was brilliant!" in her mind this was a perfect segue, because the pen was an example of how one could bend the laws of physics on a whim. Not that she shared that leap out loud. On the edges of madness, she thought it was so obvious that it did not need to be explained. Like many sparks, she was beginning to forget that non-sparks couldn't just follow her leaps or do everything that she could do... But then... since becoming a spark, she's fond herself surrounded by sparks and minions. She's spend very little time recently without people around that were one or the other.
"The pen, as I said, writes in different colors based on your mood, blood red with little clots for happiness or joy, gold for madness," to her madness was not necessarily a negative thing. Being a spark changed connotations all over the place. "Blue for sadness." Finally, one that would make sense to anyone else. "Purple for sneakiness," Thank you, Violetta, "and Green for bravery." Thank you, Zeetha.
Agatha blinked, then grinned, as she realized that she'd mostly be writing in gold and green. Very nice.
"And really, why wouldn't I build a death ray?" she asked. "People here KEEP asking me why I would need a death ray. Well, some people asked why I need more than one, but really, what do you do if one breaks or run out of charge? But why would I want any? I really don't understand the people here."
"Look," she said to him point blank, the madness the sparky need to build sliding to a different aspect of the Spark mentality, still a bit of madness, not quite megalomania yet but a messy and dangerous stew to be sure. She sounded almost...angry.
"If you know I build death rays, and by now, half the ship knows I build death rays, are you going to knowingly hurt ANYONE I care about? Anyone under my protection?" she asked, teeth bared in a snarl. "If I'm the only source to MAKE death rays for people, I can build in safeties, defenses, protections! *I* Control the death rays, *I* can keep everyone safe!"
She threw her hands in the air in frustration. "AND FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" she shouted, "WITHOUT A GOOD DEATHRAY, THE FIRST MONSTER OR GIANT CLANK THAT COMES ALONG, WE'RE ALL DEAD!"
She shook her head, panting a bit. "Good Gears! The question isn't why do I build death rays, it's why doesn't EVERYONE want one?!"
Yes, in her head this all makes sense, and all heroes should carry massively overpowered deadly weapons. The question is... does this say something about her... about her world... or both?
Thought he might react to the deah ray comment. :D
"They're on a space dirigible," she said. What practical purpose could dolphins serve in space, if they weren't either enhanced or here to be studied and enhanced?" She had a cat who walked, talked, wore a greatcoat, and thought himself her master. She could see talking dolphins smart enough to fly a ship. She just didn't see that yet in THESE dolphins.
"Tarvek and Gil are sparks. Strong sparks. With enough determination and teamwork they could build or destroy ANYTHING. The three of us together were able to fix the castle while under attack from all sides. There is no law of physics and no scientific theory we cannot bend to our whim if we just figure out the RIGHT science to apply!"
Madness gathered in her eyes, and anyone who knew her would either be putting a tool in her hand, or getting out of dodge. Well, there were people who might try to calm her down. At this stage, it was still possible... not easy or likely. but possible.
"The pen was brilliant!" in her mind this was a perfect segue, because the pen was an example of how one could bend the laws of physics on a whim. Not that she shared that leap out loud. On the edges of madness, she thought it was so obvious that it did not need to be explained. Like many sparks, she was beginning to forget that non-sparks couldn't just follow her leaps or do everything that she could do... But then... since becoming a spark, she's fond herself surrounded by sparks and minions. She's spend very little time recently without people around that were one or the other.
"The pen, as I said, writes in different colors based on your mood, blood red with little clots for happiness or joy, gold for madness," to her madness was not necessarily a negative thing. Being a spark changed connotations all over the place. "Blue for sadness." Finally, one that would make sense to anyone else. "Purple for sneakiness," Thank you, Violetta, "and Green for bravery." Thank you, Zeetha.
Agatha blinked, then grinned, as she realized that she'd mostly be writing in gold and green. Very nice.
"And really, why wouldn't I build a death ray?" she asked. "People here KEEP asking me why I would need a death ray. Well, some people asked why I need more than one, but really, what do you do if one breaks or run out of charge? But why would I want any? I really don't understand the people here."
"Look," she said to him point blank, the madness the sparky need to build sliding to a different aspect of the Spark mentality, still a bit of madness, not quite megalomania yet but a messy and dangerous stew to be sure. She sounded almost...angry.
"If you know I build death rays, and by now, half the ship knows I build death rays, are you going to knowingly hurt ANYONE I care about? Anyone under my protection?" she asked, teeth bared in a snarl. "If I'm the only source to MAKE death rays for people, I can build in safeties, defenses, protections! *I* Control the death rays, *I* can keep everyone safe!"
She threw her hands in the air in frustration. "AND FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" she shouted, "WITHOUT A GOOD DEATHRAY, THE FIRST MONSTER OR GIANT CLANK THAT COMES ALONG, WE'RE ALL DEAD!"
She shook her head, panting a bit. "Good Gears! The question isn't why do I build death rays, it's why doesn't EVERYONE want one?!"
Yes, in her head this all makes sense, and all heroes should carry massively overpowered deadly weapons. The question is... does this say something about her... about her world... or both?