"Easier to show than tell," Shepard explains, and for a moment flares her corona in demonstration.
For those used to biotic displays, it's nothing; for the less familiar, it might seem more dramatic. Every line of detail of Shepard's body is momentarily shrouded in blue-white distortion, the sizzling ozone stink of sublimating dark matter as it interacts with normal matter giving off an eerie blackish glow that rises from arms and shoulders like the brief flickering of inverted flames. Her eyes are the worst of it, pinprick lights in a face with features weirdly warped through the mass effect field's shifting envelope.
And then it's gone. Just a couple of seconds, not even enough to get to the door, had one been inclined to turn and go.
"It's not magic. But you can't tell that to the locals," she shrugs, watching him for his reaction. Then it comes to her; ah, "Mind if I ask you something?"
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For those used to biotic displays, it's nothing; for the less familiar, it might seem more dramatic. Every line of detail of Shepard's body is momentarily shrouded in blue-white distortion, the sizzling ozone stink of sublimating dark matter as it interacts with normal matter giving off an eerie blackish glow that rises from arms and shoulders like the brief flickering of inverted flames. Her eyes are the worst of it, pinprick lights in a face with features weirdly warped through the mass effect field's shifting envelope.
And then it's gone. Just a couple of seconds, not even enough to get to the door, had one been inclined to turn and go.
"It's not magic. But you can't tell that to the locals," she shrugs, watching him for his reaction. Then it comes to her; ah, "Mind if I ask you something?"