[Common sense, huh? She snorts softly; with what she's seen in these past few hours, common sense isn't all that common here. But then, is that really any different from their worlds? It's not like people with sense would have chosen to come here.
So what does that say about them, some part of her wonders as she lets him go through his first test. The only response is the give of her uncovered fingertips, skin and flesh pushed aside ever so slightly by the pressure they're under. More pressure only makes her fingers bend downwards, but there are no sparks, no sign that anything is different.
It's exactly the same. Seems her instincts were right after all.]
It doesn't. [A shrug of her other shoulder.] It just feels like wood on my hand.
That's a good sign, then. [Tucked away goes the wood, and he doesn't feel the need to worry as much as he slides one hand under hers.] People take touch for granted, since it's essentially the one sense that can always be 'on', but it's really highly invaluable... especially in a fight.
[His other hand goes to search out the pulse in her wrist, taking note of the beat.]
How long have you tried to keep your Semblance going?
[Because she was expecting this little exam to head into the territory of pulse and respiration, Lightning doesn't flinch back this time. Her pulse thuds beneath his fingers, the leather of her glove doing little to hide the easy, steady beat of her heart. Nothing to be at all concerned about, really.]
Just a few seconds. [Her other hand goes to her hip.] It's a spell. It doesn't need to last longer than that.
[Satisfied with the pulse- perfectly normal, perfectly human still- he takes out a small notepad to begin jotting down some notes. They're nothing impressive, although perhaps mildly intelligible at a quick glance. Well, with a doctor, that's somewhat expected.]
Would you be opposed to testing how long you're capable of holding it? I'm thinking of doing them in round, working up to longer lapses of time each time.
[After everything else they've seen and heard on this...oddest of days, is a spell really as odd as he seems to think? She raises an eyebrow, but doesn't bother trying to read his notes. Would she be opposed? This is starting to feel more like an interrogation than anything.]
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So what does that say about them, some part of her wonders as she lets him go through his first test. The only response is the give of her uncovered fingertips, skin and flesh pushed aside ever so slightly by the pressure they're under. More pressure only makes her fingers bend downwards, but there are no sparks, no sign that anything is different.
It's exactly the same. Seems her instincts were right after all.]
It doesn't. [A shrug of her other shoulder.] It just feels like wood on my hand.
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[His other hand goes to search out the pulse in her wrist, taking note of the beat.]
How long have you tried to keep your Semblance going?
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Just a few seconds. [Her other hand goes to her hip.] It's a spell. It doesn't need to last longer than that.
[At least, not by her understanding of it.]
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[Satisfied with the pulse- perfectly normal, perfectly human still- he takes out a small notepad to begin jotting down some notes. They're nothing impressive, although perhaps mildly intelligible at a quick glance. Well, with a doctor, that's somewhat expected.]
Would you be opposed to testing how long you're capable of holding it? I'm thinking of doing them in round, working up to longer lapses of time each time.
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Two rounds. That's it.
[Then she has to get back to training.]