"Fuck, I don't know, man, I might be. All this energy's got me feelin' it, like what the actual shock is this place running on?" Gabe replied, only half kidding about it. God knows how his brain would interact with whatever magic and power and electric and techno-whatsits they had running through the walls; he'd been hooked into the Cyber for so long that his head could only process things a certain way.
Gabe arched a brow in disbelief, though Miguel had no reason to fuck with him other than Miguel being his brother. "Technomage." Gabe repeated, getting his tongue around the word. He watched as Miguel tucked the crystal away back into his shirt, wondering how much his brother actually believed in it. Miguel was the smartest idiot Gabe had ever known - a bonafide genius even - and he thought it helped. To Gabe it just looked like the fable of the rock that kept lions away. The Emperor's New Clothes. But Miguel had to have seen its effects. Gabe just wanted to poke it.
He began to take a step when he realised; "I'm sorry, did you jsut say big spider??" he asked, laughing and backing away from Miguel. "You been experimenting again, bro?"