Post by Demi Smith on Jun 12, 2014 16:49:11 GMT -6
Demi stared at the television, not quite sure what to make of it. They'd talked about it, at least in general terms. Signals were sent to the device, which then lit up lights in accordance with the signals to make a picture, usually accompanied by sound. What Demi didn't understand was why this particular one apparently showed what looked like moving drawings. What was the purpose of that? They didn't seem to be teaching anything, though there did seem to be a few students gathered around them, staring at the device as though it sucked their brains. Demi seriously wondered if this wasn't exactly what it was doing. Would certainly make sense.
How could she figure this out though? She certainly couldn't ask; asking would show confusion which would show weakness. She'd heard something about a remote that controlled the television. Perhaps she should go for the remote? Control the television, control what it said. That should be easy enough, right? Wait, she wouldn't control what the signals sent though. She needed to attack the television station then, right?
But in order to figure that out, she'd have to ask. Growling, Demi slid some of the dirt off her arm and rolled it into a ball. She couldn't figure this thing out at all, and when she couldn't figure something out, well, it was easier to attack it than ask questions. If you beat it, you were better than it, and you didn't have to worry about why you beat it. So Demi flicked her fingers, using just a bit of her power to send the dirt spiraling into the television, hopefully stopping the pictures or at least doing something.
How could she figure this out though? She certainly couldn't ask; asking would show confusion which would show weakness. She'd heard something about a remote that controlled the television. Perhaps she should go for the remote? Control the television, control what it said. That should be easy enough, right? Wait, she wouldn't control what the signals sent though. She needed to attack the television station then, right?
But in order to figure that out, she'd have to ask. Growling, Demi slid some of the dirt off her arm and rolled it into a ball. She couldn't figure this thing out at all, and when she couldn't figure something out, well, it was easier to attack it than ask questions. If you beat it, you were better than it, and you didn't have to worry about why you beat it. So Demi flicked her fingers, using just a bit of her power to send the dirt spiraling into the television, hopefully stopping the pictures or at least doing something.