"...oh. I've never heard of this ceruleum stuff but would it be wrong to assume there's some kind of ...magical properties involved?" Donnie asks as he turns his attention back to the wiring. For sure something's still trying to power this rig but it's not connecting right.

He studies the wiring, patting at his belt pouches before he remembers he doesn't have any tools. Well, it's not like he needs anything too specific right now. The turtle holds out a hand, glowing magenta lines appearing as they trace shapes in the air above it. Pliers seem an incredibly low-tech thing compared to what he's used to forming, but it's what he needs, and he wastes no time in putting them to work, trying to get wires back into place. The cut one will take a bit more work, but first things first. "-oh right, soldering iron," he mumbles to himself as he forms another tool, nudging his goggles down.