What, did the fancy bottle give it away? [Booker scoffs and actually smiles - brief though it may be.]
Like it says on the tin, kid: Shock Jockey.
[For a more informative explanation Booker calls it up. He doesn't know how that works, when he's drank more than his fair share of the variety of Vigors, how he can manage to pick one without really thinking about it much more than 'give me that one'. But then again, he can't really comprehend how a city can float so maybe trying to figure out the science of Vigors was a bit beyond him.
Crystals like rock salts, dripping with blood but blue and a little transluscent jut out the back and palm of his hand, the whole area of skin where they've appeared looks to be bloody and chewed up - as if the rocks were lying under the skin waiting. Around them a kind of crust has formed of the same kind of material.
It doesn't look as if it's causing him any pain but Booker is seventeen bottles closer to passing out than he was this morning, maybe it was messing with his senses.
As quickly as the crystals appeared - thin yards of electricity snaps and arcs between his fingers and up and down his wrist.]
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Like it says on the tin, kid: Shock Jockey.
[For a more informative explanation Booker calls it up. He doesn't know how that works, when he's drank more than his fair share of the variety of Vigors, how he can manage to pick one without really thinking about it much more than 'give me that one'. But then again, he can't really comprehend how a city can float so maybe trying to figure out the science of Vigors was a bit beyond him.
Crystals like rock salts, dripping with blood but blue and a little transluscent jut out the back and palm of his hand, the whole area of skin where they've appeared looks to be bloody and chewed up - as if the rocks were lying under the skin waiting. Around them a kind of crust has formed of the same kind of material.
It doesn't look as if it's causing him any pain but Booker is seventeen bottles closer to passing out than he was this morning, maybe it was messing with his senses.
As quickly as the crystals appeared - thin yards of electricity snaps and arcs between his fingers and up and down his wrist.]
They sold this like soda pop back in Columbia.