It takes all his training and experience not to jolt when it happens, when he scarcely has time to process that he’s missing an arm when there is another arm there, but nothing like his original arm nor his crab arm.
It’s the strangest sensation, coupled with what it looks like—it looks cool, honestly, like if he had to choose what a techno-magical arm would look like, this would be it, but the sensations, the chill that drains all heat from him, the prickles, the…tendrils sinking into his skin.
It should hurt. It feels impossible that it doesn’t, like it’s breaking the rules of reality and nature. A gasp escapes him, involuntarily, as much as he wants to squirm away he doesn’t and instead grips his other hand into his leg.
And then it’s done.
And there’s sensation.
John just stares at it, his brain feeling strange, trying to grasp the transition from crab arm to no arm to metal arm all in one go.
“That was…really fast,” he finally says, finding his voice, after licking his lips.
“No, it…it’s perfect. It’s…light.”
He tries to move it upwards a couple of inches and it does, and while expected, it still feels kind of shocking, like his brain is still adjusting to the nerve input, to the lack of the heavy crab arm, to the humanoid shape. He flexes the fingers, and they move just fine.
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It takes all his training and experience not to jolt when it happens, when he scarcely has time to process that he’s missing an arm when there is another arm there, but nothing like his original arm nor his crab arm.
It’s the strangest sensation, coupled with what it looks like—it looks cool, honestly, like if he had to choose what a techno-magical arm would look like, this would be it, but the sensations, the chill that drains all heat from him, the prickles, the…tendrils sinking into his skin.
It should hurt. It feels impossible that it doesn’t, like it’s breaking the rules of reality and nature. A gasp escapes him, involuntarily, as much as he wants to squirm away he doesn’t and instead grips his other hand into his leg.
And then it’s done.
And there’s sensation.
John just stares at it, his brain feeling strange, trying to grasp the transition from crab arm to no arm to metal arm all in one go.
“That was…really fast,” he finally says, finding his voice, after licking his lips.
“No, it…it’s perfect. It’s…light.”
He tries to move it upwards a couple of inches and it does, and while expected, it still feels kind of shocking, like his brain is still adjusting to the nerve input, to the lack of the heavy crab arm, to the humanoid shape. He flexes the fingers, and they move just fine.
“This is…” his voice goes dry again. “Wow.”