he nods in return, reaching to unbutton one of his wrist cuffs on his very nice shirt. that done, he starts to neatly fold, tuck, fold, tuck, the cuff up his arm before pulling the glove off.
i like this one for how it stops on his shoulders like scales. but no one knows. ]
It is not, no. [ he'll let her! it still feels like skin, perhaps just warmer where it's golden as opposed to where it starts to darken. ] Usually things like this are a sign of being an adeptus - non-human.
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[ she could watch so many videos on plant! she could gain all the knowledge! ]
Adept means someone who is high skilled.
[ there are also furries and someone with black veins? so he's in good company. maomao is curious how far it goes but they are doing an exchange. an arm for an arm. maybe later she can ask about biology...
she'll roll her sleeve before removing the bandages.
first will be cut from mizu's sword! it's just before the wrist and it looks close to a week old.
next is a particularly bad looking mark! Then there's just... all of this. fun ]
[ comes back to this so i can properly react to it: what the fuck, maomao. i should've played castti they would've ben so funny. ]
Adepti are illuminated beasts and gods, so that is not necessarily far from the mark.
[ he'll leave his sleeve rolled up and his glove off for her, watching her do what he had done and -
well, of course his brow furrows when he sees what she's done to herself. it reminds him of the whispers of baizhu seeking immortality and giving of himself for his most dire patients, the many in millennia that would test out what the abyss did on the human body with themselves as the subjects. ]
... you have endured much for your practice, Miss Maomao.
... still, you've devoted that knowledge and curiosity to your practices, yes?
I might not approve of that method, and will certainly be trying to keep you out of harming yourself too much while we're here, where I can, but... I can respect the dedication to your desire for knowledge, dangerous to yourself as it might be.
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he nods in return, reaching to unbutton one of his wrist cuffs on his very nice shirt. that done, he starts to neatly fold, tuck, fold, tuck, the cuff up his arm before pulling the glove off.
an arm for an arm, as it turns out. ]
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where does the flesh end and the clothing begin...
time to forget that she shouldn't just touch people and touch his hand ]
I'm assuming this isn't common where you're from.
[ he has been keeping them covered from what she recalls ]
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i like this one for how it stops on his shoulders like scales. but no one knows. ]
It is not, no. [ he'll let her! it still feels like skin, perhaps just warmer where it's golden as opposed to where it starts to darken. ] Usually things like this are a sign of being an adeptus - non-human.
content warning for linked images of self inflict injuries in the name of science
Adept means someone who is high skilled.
[ there are also furries and someone with black veins? so he's in good company. maomao is curious how far it goes but they are doing an exchange. an arm for an arm. maybe later she can ask about biology...
she'll roll her sleeve before removing the bandages.
first will be cut from mizu's sword! it's just before the wrist and it looks close to a week old.
next is a particularly bad looking mark! Then there's just... all of this. fun ]
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Adepti are illuminated beasts and gods, so that is not necessarily far from the mark.
[ he'll leave his sleeve rolled up and his glove off for her, watching her do what he had done and -
well, of course his brow furrows when he sees what she's done to herself. it reminds him of the whispers of baizhu seeking immortality and giving of himself for his most dire patients, the many in millennia that would test out what the abyss did on the human body with themselves as the subjects. ]
... you have endured much for your practice, Miss Maomao.
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Rather than my practice, it's for my own curiosity. My mentor, the father who raised me, often called me a mad scientist.
[ she will point to the wound that looks close to the letter 'x' ]
This one wasn't one of my experiments. I accidentally came in contact with an interesting specimen that was highly toxic.
[ that's...the only one though. also she's sharing all of this in usual tone of voice... it's normal and fine ]
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... still, you've devoted that knowledge and curiosity to your practices, yes?
I might not approve of that method, and will certainly be trying to keep you out of harming yourself too much while we're here, where I can, but... I can respect the dedication to your desire for knowledge, dangerous to yourself as it might be.
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[ ... maomao is wondering if sharing was a good idea if he may prevent her experiments
she will start wrapping up her arm again. ]
While I doubt there will be much I could experiment with here, I will be sure to let you know if there have been any changes.
[ just in case ]