Log - September Catch-All

[ferriswheelsandfootball]

Who: John Sheppard and you!
When: September
Where: Here and there
Summary: John goes to a feast and gets therapy.
Warnings: Will add!


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[unnecessaryflourishes]

"We could not," Emet-Selch answers with a nod at Elidibus' comment. True, had it not been for the restrictions that they have found themselves saddled with by the very nature of the world, he certainly could have done better (and that without needing to draw on Elidibus' strength), but given the constraints within which they have been forced to work with, he cannot imagine there being any improvement that could be made. To say nothing of the fact that this arm, at least, does not bear the same risk of drawing too much attention as Sheppard's previous arm. Some, certainly. It is, after all, not in the least bit flesh colored and would likely not have been even if Emet-Selch had stopped to consider such matters. There is only so much that can be done with the materials in question.

Still, it is an arm, and with the spellcraft done, Emet-Selch allows himself to relax slightly. The wards he will leave to Elidibus to take down, though, given that they were his to begin with.

"As it should have been. That is what creation magics are. Creating something using little more than the power of one's mind to shape the aether into the desired form."

It requires rather a lot of aether, of course. But that is something that Emet-Selch feels is rather less important to dwell on.

"And of course it is light. The Allagans who first pioneered the technology would have demanded naught less, and it is from their designs this springs."

[wewillwewill]

The wards are taken down with what seems to be little more than a wave of Elidibus's hand. Of course it's all more complex but the point is they're gone and the sense of sanctuary is gone as the world returns to...

Well maybe 'normal' is a strong word. But still.

"It is meant to function as an arm should," he says, backing up Emet-Selch's comments. "There will be some small differences as the technology is not of this star. It will recover from small cuts and injuries, much as a flesh and blood arm would." That is to say something you could put a bandaid over or maybe a few stitches in? It'll repair over time.

"And to a degree, it will spare you pain and discomfort. As for more considerable damage, it is likely you would have to turn to us for proper repair. Or at least to procure the materials needed to keep it in the condition it is now."

Sure, what's not being said is that it's going to be much harder to get to that level (honestly supernaturally so by this world's standards) but that's a good thing considering any 'need to be created' materials, if their magics can't 'heal' it, would probably make it even more cursed.

Surely though other than that and its appearance, it'll be a perfectly normal arm! Right?

[ By Etheirys standards. ]

[ferriswheelsandfootball]

"The Allagans knew what they were doing. And so do you both. This is--this is so cool."

Now that the more...disconcerting, and dare he say, possibly scary part is over, he's finally allowed himself to relax and actually enjoy what he's been given.

Like, he kind of hated magic before? But this right here? This is cool magic.

"I can't believe that it can just repair itself like that." Sheppard taps on the surface with his other hand, running up and down the side, marveling at it.

This is so much better than his crab arm.

And will probably be a perfectly normal arm with no problems.

Except this is this world and nothing comes without strings here.

His jubilant attitude falters a moment.

"You think there'll be a price? I mean, besides the fear you obviously used to create this." He hopes that's all it'll be. The arm seems innocuous enough, what kind of trouble could he get from the arm? Pain, maybe? He can deal with that. Needing to feed on fear more? Annoying, but he can do that, too.