Ned
He's sitting on the couch again, lost in thought.
He'd been that way since he arrived, two cups of coffee in hand from one of the more local coffee shops that operates somewhere nearby. Ned's not hurting for money and half the time Margot's diming out her own stash of wake-me-up for the both of them. He's opted to bring out a bit of the caffeine for this little venture of theirs.
He's dressed in a simple pair of dark blue jeans, a black sweater and the pushed back taming of gel in his hair to keep it swept away from his face. Was a staple these days.
"....Most of what I can do, doesn't last long. A few seconds, tops. It's enough to get a read on something, but most of the time, the information I get isn't that useful. Except of course when I have the knowledge and training to recognize what I'm seeing. Like looking at a patient's insides? Anatomy? Easy enough. Looking at a building with X-ray vision? I get impressions and qualities but I doubt I could tell you how to collapse it effectively with only a few seconds to study."
He's frowning at this. Obviously, Ned had thought about pulling down or demolishing buildings before.
"Really, focusing our efforts on things that we can take advantage of is probably our best best. Narrowing the field to work within our comfort zones as it were. Matter, Life and Forces are my only real focal points right now, though I've dipped a bit into what the Doc has on Entropy in his library." The frown doesn't dissipate as he thinks, one hand lifting the coffee cup for a sip.
"...Pretty simple logistically, but the applications of Probability...tilting them any...it's like mixing together two colours to get another one....and then fine tuning it with minute amount of a third colour to get the exact hue you really wanted out of the first two."
Margot
As had been the case on many an occasion before, Margot's small studio apartment served as the meeting spot for the two Apprentices. It wasn't great on space but it was convenient enough to access and the neighbors were good ones (quiet, minded their own business, the best kind of apartment neighbors). It was a good defacto place to get together and talk Magick.
Or, in the case of this evening, Work Magick.
Ned was on the couch with two cups of coffee in hand, and Margot was stepping out from behind the paper divider that separated her bed from the rest of the space in the little studio. On the other end of the couch from Ned was Yorick the Rabbit, nibbling contentedly on some chew-treat or another that Margot'd gotten (so he'd be less inclined to chew on any of her cords). She stood on the opposite side of the coffee table from Ned and gratefully reached out for the coffee he'd brought along for her. "Thanks."
She was dressed in mustard yellow jeans and a dark gray tank-top, with her hair down and tucked back behind her ears. The day had been quite warm, full of sun with the temperatures up in the mid-sixties. The warmth of the day still lingered-- Margot had pushed her one window open and left the balcony door slightly ajar as well to allow for circulation in the room.
They were discussing the possibility of merging Magicks, and after a sip from her paper cup Margot replied in her usual quiet and thoughtful manner.
"I met with a Verbena man-- Thane. He suggested trying a rite with him and some other Verbena woman, to see if it feels right. If it's something that three strangers can do together, then we can pull it off. We've seen each other Work, we talk Magick all the time." She gave a quick smile of encouragement before continuing. "Did you learn to sense the Prime of Magick?"
Ned
"No."
He shook his head, abrupt and curt.
"That one's still a bit beyond me. Trying to make sense of it within the spectrum of...colours and senses that seem to make up how I view all of this is...weird. Layers under layers. Blank canvas under the pallet or..." He's shaking his head again, scrubbing at his brow.
"Pieces don't fit, no matter how I try to arrange it. I'll have to do some more studying with the Doc's library when I get the chance. Entropy's my first priority though. Forces after that. I want to know how t get from point A to Zap, without needing a defibrillator. Once those are down, I can sort out Prime...or try to anyway."
He'd been listening when she offered up news about the Verbena, nodding along with the offer to 'work with them'. His frown loosens slightly and he manages to offer a half smile.
"I'm happy you're making some connections outside of Doc and I." That sounded facetious. Or rather, Ned's eyes narrowed slightly and he considered the sentence he spoke. "What I mean is, I think part of moving on for you is going to require a bit of adjustment that the Doc and I can't easily provide..." More frowning. "Just....keep making more friends. One of us has to be socially adept, yeah?"
He took another sip of his coffee.
"I'm familiar with Life, Matter and Forces. I've done X-ray vision, got that one down pretty pat. Infrared, though in the city that brings up all sorts of weird heat blooms and I'm not sure what half of them mean. I tested out Sonar not too long ago but...city and it's noises. Was a bit of a trial that one. Too much to sort through for so little time. Same with Vibration sense. I..." He pauses, eyes narrowing "...Feel like maybe I could sense the subtle vibrations of something...like a Voice or Footsteps through the ground if it was conductive enough..."
Margot
One of us has to be socially adept, yeah?
Margot laughed, and she herself wasn't sure if it was because of scrapbook flashback memories of the Doc and Ned both being terrible with working with people, or if it was because she was thinking of her own mishaps (awkward, fumbling for words, blushing at the drop of a hat). When he went on to explain which spheres he had an affinity with, though, her expression shifted. She looked surprised, maybe even a little disappointed? A hand moved from her cup to count in the air while she recalled her own.
"I know those. Plus Prime, and Spirit, and I just picked up on Correspondence too."
Fingers curled back closed and her hand dropped down. Eyes fell aside as well, to the content red rabbit on the couch.
"...Huh. Want to try scanning the building? I mean, on my own I can only get details in a small space, or general information from a wider one. With both of us, I bet we could pick up details from each apartment." A pause, then a frown of reconsideration. "Although maybe I don't want to know what all of my neighbors are doing."
Ned
"...Sex, sex, watching Netflix, weird virgin sacrifice two floors below us..."
Ned lists them off with passing dismissal, quirk a grin at her before lifting off the couch. The coffee cup is put on the table and he's stretching, wincing with the effort. It had been a long week for the orderly. They all were these days, but then, work was becoming less and less of a slog and more and more...well, irrelevant.
"...Scanning the building's easy enough on our own. Together...I think it depends on how we function when we're...Working. You need to explain yours a bit more. Mine's just a puzzle. With colours, shapes and sensations. A lot of sensory input that just falls into place when I manage to do what I'm doing..."
He leaves it out there, nodding at her to go ahead and try to clarify her own.
Margot
She made a face at his summary of what was going on in the building, but ultimately returned the grin anyways. Sipped her coffee some and hummed thoughtfully while thinking of a good way of summarizing how her Craft worked.
"How the information comes in depends on what I'm looking for, exactly. When I look for movement in a building I'm trying to feel for displacement in the air, vibrations in the floor and walls from people moving around. Life isn't quite as.... echolocation-y. It's more something that I feel, like a deep tug in the gut or the heart. Prime feels a lot like how Resonance feels, usually, but I expect that if I found Magick from something besides Us then it would probably be different, picking up on that."
She shook her head and leaned forward to set her coffee down as well. "The results are probably the same in the end, regardless of who's picking up on them. It's the 'How' that I'm concerned about. I mean, I don't think that this would work with the Doc because he needs his gadgets and chemicals and all of that. You and I have less tangible concrete needs to make Magick work. It'll probably.... It should work."
Then she nodded and, with more resolve, said again. "Yeah, it should work. And if it doesn't, well... Hopefully Paradox doesn't knock us both out too badly."
Ned
"...A lot of sensory information in there as well. Alright, I think we can work with that."
Ned's clearing off the table of what little is there, placing it either on the couch or on nearby stands of things that might support the objects in question. Soon enough the table is bare and he's regarding the surface of it thoughtfully.
"Scanning the building. I'm not sure how much of it we're going to be able to get together. Or what exactly we should try to concentrate on...If we can somehow work this properly, it might be we can shoulder the burden and prolong how long it lasts?" Magic theory was not his forte but he was willing to try. Innovation required testing, required risks.
"Tools?" A blatant look at Yorrick, brow perked in obvious disapproval, even before she might have mentioned the rabbit.
Margot
While Ned cleared the table, Margot went behind the room divider once more. This time when she came back around it was with a knapsack in hand, which she'd opened up and was pawing lightly around through with one hand. Ned's question of tool was answered with a glance upward, then she followed his eyes to Yorick.
"Heh, no. He's very specific-- I can only really use him if I'm looking for something. With my eyes. I can't feel anything through him. He's great for ghost-hunting. I think I could probably find a way to get him to lead me to things, but I'm not really there yet." Back to the pack, where she pulled free a couple of things and set them on the edge of the table that Ned had just gone through the trouble of clearing off. She named each thing that she set down.
"Salt," for a small plastic container-and-lid, through which a pinkish hue could be seen.
"Water," a clear water bottle, with the label torn off a while ago.
"Ash," a pepper shaker with duct tape blocking the holes on top, so the ash wouldn't get loose in the bag.
"Plus blood, of course. And smoke, or fire, or really anything that has to do with burning."
A pause, and after Margot set the sack on the floor next to the table she straightened up, hands on hips, and looked at Ned. Her eyebrows perked up with question. "You, I know weed and alcohol and pain and touch work. What else?"
Ned
"....Actually it's narcotics of any kind. Not really about the type, as the High. Altered state of mind produces the right balance for Suspension of Disbelief. Like going to a shitty movie while you're high and knowing you're going to have a good time. You just...end up having a good time."
Ned grinned up at her briefly, though his attention had remained with the ingredients she laid out on the table. His frown was pretty thick, picking up and putting down the various odds and ends, with a calculating but ultimately dismissive pluck and placement. He sighs slightly, hand coming up to scrub horizontally across his jawline.
"I doubt I can make use of any of these but....Blood definitely works. Pain...well...yeah-" He blinks and then glances up at her. "Does it have to be your blood for you to work?"
Margot
Margot watched while Ned examined and then dismissed what she'd laid out. Each dismissed item was cleared from the table and tucked back into the knapsack. When he inquired about the specifics of blood she looked back up to meet his gaze again.
"Uhm, well, no. My blood's just always been most convenient for what I feel to be pretty obvious reasons. So long as it's human blood or something close."
Ned
",,,Alright. Blending of two tools then. Common ground."
He's rolling up his sleeve, straddling the length of the table until he's sitting in it's middle with a portion of the table's cleared end between them. Her instruments are set aside, handed back to her or tossed onto the couch for Yorrick to twitch his nose curiously at. When the table was clear and Ned's sleeves were rolled he took a deep breath and glanced up at her carefully.
"Gonna need a knife. Or something to cut with.."
Margot
While Ned sat himself down on the table with one leg on either side of it, Margot stood and watched. Worry was an expression that she wore often, and it was finding its familiar place back upon her visage by the time Ned looked up to ask for a knife. At first she stood with a look of disapproving there in how she pursed her mouth closed, but after a few seconds she turned and walked the few steps it took to get to the kitchen.
When she came back she joined him on the table, straddling it the same way he was, but sitting facing him instead of facing away. She'd brought back a filet knife from the cutting block-- still good and sharp, she hasn't gotten much use out of it yet.
When she handed it over, she said: "Just please don't hurt yourself too badly." Cautioning the medical professional to be careful about where he cut. A request, really, more than a warning. Of course he knew what he was doing, but all the same.
She wasn't wearing sleeves to have to roll up, but Margot did pull an elastic band from her wrist to tie her hair back at the nape of her neck. Looked up at Ned's face and set her hands on top of her thighs. Let's do this.
Ned
"I'm not hurting myself. That would be silly..."
He pushed the knife back toward her gently, eyeballing her with scrutinizing care.
"...You're going to make an incision here-" He draws a line with his finger, across the thick pad of his palm, below where the Pinky was. "-nice and meaty but not too deep. Whatever other mojo you need to do, is on you, but it'll produce the pain I need to make this work and you'll have your blood offering as well."
Without much more explanation than that, Ned held his hand in the intimate little space they'd created between them, eyes level with her own. There was no hesitation there. No pause or grief. Pragmatic determination in the slight crease of his brow.
Margot
When the knife was pushed back to her, Margot looked a little surprised. Ned's explanation made sense enough, but she was still holding her mouth in that same scrunched up way of disapproval and worry that she'd doen before. But at least that meant it was closed to protests as well.
Big hazel eyes dropped to his hand to follow the line he'd drawn for her to follow. In the meat but not too deep. She simply looked at first, but after that first moment's hesitation (the breath, the gulp before climbing the cliff you were about to jump off of) she took his hand within her own. Cupped his knuckles and the back of his hand in her own smaller palm and held the knife up with her right hand.
"Well, here we go," she said, and her brow set with concentration. The blade touched his hand gently at first, lining up where it needed to be. Then, with a quick dig of pressure and an outward drawing motion as well, the metal bit into flesh.
[Arete 1: Coincidental, modifiers and what not + WP]
Dice: 1 d10 TN3 (4) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
Margot
[Oh and that was Forces/Matter/Life general scan]
Ned
(Ritual Effect: Life 1, Forces 1, Matter 1: Scanning the Building. Diff. 4 -1 for Tool use)
Dice: 1 d10 TN3 (7) ( success x 1 )
Ned
The knife cuts.
Pain blossoms.
Ned hisses, his free hand automatically moving to cover the wound as it bled freely out into the cup of his palm, seeding the lines between their shared knuckles and fingers.
"Son of a..."
And then the world drops away for the both of them.
* * * *
It's sort of like standing amid flashes of colour, lightning and heat. There is a familiar flush of sensation, tugs from below, above and around them where footsteps (some hard heeled, others soft fleshed) voices (gruff, mumbled, murmured) and other sounds (The squeak of a bed, the chatter of a television, the electromagnetic hum of the wiring in the walls).
It is all present, inundating and bludgeoning. Enough that Margot can feel Ned's hand in hers, tensing, muscle cording with the bloom of it all.
"...Can you hear me?" His voice is a warble. Echoes like rings in water. Trailing out to strike the walls and bounce back toward them. "Whoa. Cool...rings..." His laughter is gently, plodding droplets in the pool of 'sensation' gathered around them both.
The floors are static, fed through with lines of blue lightning and orange fire. Heat and Electric utilities. Beneath, below or around those, bodies of pluming heat move and jerk and dance around in their cubes and box apartments. Several floors and layers below them, blend together in splotches and blobs that grow more indistinct as it gets closer to the ground floor. Movement is traced though, reds and yellows of human forms, hugging, or talking or sitting or standing or laying down.
"...Feels like we're in water but with none of the resistance...Lots of rainbows and...shapes..."
Margot
Hissing air in through your teeth was a sound that filled ears from the inside of your own head, but Ned would still hear the knife clatter on the table when dropped hastily from the short distance between hands and furniture. She'd quickly taken the knife-hand and grasped it on top of his as well.
Then the bottom fell out, so to speak, and the world around them seemed to be replaced with sensation of many kinds. Blood ran wet between their fingers, but Margot grasped firmly for the touch was a reminder of where physical bodies were in the physical world-- an important anchor to avoid getting lost in the vibrations above and below, the heat-bloom and thrum of a heart and its pulse.
She was seeing the color-- the orange-and-blue of electricity, the water-like ripple of sound visible in the air. How bright everything was assaulted her senses and she was lost in it for a second, until something familiar called to her, something unfamiliar perhaps to Ned. For where his sense of color and visualizations came through for both of them, the gut-heart-belly tug of Life was there for them both as well. She was right, it was a new sort of sensing of Life that she experienced. Like they were one polarization of magnet and the other bodies (and animals) around them were the other polarizations.
"This is...," she started saying, but seeing her voice around her was distracting and her eyes followed those rings, then fell to and through the floors below them. Felt herself leaning forward and chuckled some (encouraged by the gentle giddy laughter in front of her). "Insane. It's crazy. And there aren't nearly as many people fucking as you guessed, Ned."
Ned
"Hold on....refining..."
Ned's switched from the giddy reality of what they're doing to a pragmatic exploration of things. Testing waters with out-stretched hands, at least his free one, which he glances at. It is a latticework of tendons, red blooms, pulses that strike at the chest and lips and tongue and electrical threads from the brain, firing off to tell the fingers to wiggle. Which they do. Ned's gaze is sidelong, careful not to break the connection he and Margot are sharing. He wasn't sure if releasing her hand or moving would disrupt what they were doing and this was too fragile a thing to test those boundaries any just now.
"...I think I can..."
It's as if their surroundings become a bit more blurry. Pushed to the 'back of the mind' in favour of diving into the building below. He lowers his head to peer through the table space between where they are sitting, regarding the floors and on into the apartments below. Steadily, heat blooms become more distinct. Resolving into humanoid shapes, then the shapes of men and women. Even a few clusters of visible internal heartbeats and pulses. Some are slow. Methodical. Easy.
Others are fast, hectic-
"...One couple. Just finishing up-" He points and winces, yelping slightly as he jabs at the nearly invisible table accidentally "-this is gonna take some getting used to."
His finger moves from the rutting figures three floors below them, to an odd black lattice of veins, fluttering around a weakened set of heart rings, bouncing off walls with minimal recoil.
"Cancer. Or some sort of disease. Notice the weakened pulses and ripples. Can see the evidence of the disease in the black cluster of veins, tearing them apart before they have a chance to even travel beyond the heart source." He pauses, tapping the table over the oddly disjointed and disquieting image. "Like some nebula in the colours."
He's pointing again, diagonally away from them, a bit of the giddy climbing back into his voice.
"...There. Someone doing yoga. Ripples are all bouncing and layering on top of one another with the breathing. Elevated heartrate but it's...pretty synchronized. Room's just one big amateurish fractal..."
He pauses, eyeballing the apartment one floor below and to the east, watching the woman, who was red and orange blooms, bent in a tripod pose, flush her surroundings with overlapping ripples that cancelled one another out in asymmetrical synch.
"...All sorts of applications with this. Lie detection. Movement detection. Vital signs. I'm sure you could refine it further or get an even bigger read-out if you threw Corr into the mix."
Margot
[Tossin' dice before the post this time: Arete 1: Prime, -1 diff tool applied]
Dice: 1 d10 TN3 (7) ( success x 1 )
Margot
It was a new experience, to be tuned into the world through Magick, seeing the system upon which reality was built and operating for what it was at its purest, and have somebody else's perspective put in the mix. When Margot explained it as 'echolocation-y', it was clumsy but most accurate. It didn't occur to her before, but there wasn't a lot of color when she was percieving things. She felt more than she saw or smelled or tasted or heard. Everything was intuitive and understood. So, while Ned was exploring below, Margot went along with him and the commentary he had to provide on what there was to be found.
She made an uncomfortable face, perhaps feeling some moral quandry about actually seeing/feeling/witnessing another couple's intimacy, but that soon switched to a different sort of uncomfortable when they found the blackened and weakened network of disease. A sad knid of uncomfortable, she didn't know that neighbor but now she wrestled (briefly) with whether it was her responsibility to check and see if that person was getting help yet. If they knew.
"Or Spirit...," she agreed, exploring the options available. "Or Prime," as another thought occurred to her. Her head lifted so she wasn't looking down through the building any longer, but instead brought her consciousness back up within her own four walls. Focused on those walls and the air around her specifically, then said: "Hang on, I have an idea."
Keeping one hand (the hand most bloodied) clasped to his, she freed the other so it could reach back to the sack on the floor. Felt around until it found the pepper shaker and brought it up to her face so she could rip the tape from its top with her teeth. She tipped it upside down and shook out the fine charcoal-blackgray powder upon the tabletop, where Ned's blood had puddled. Set the shaker down and stirred the ash with her fingers.
Suddenly, like a chemical reaction, a change bloomed from the spot where ash and crimson met. The air restricted, breath stole away (Margot gasped, but did not cease to breathe), and the walls began to seep. The room had changed visibly, through the color and hum of utility and structure and Life that was already there-- the ceiling and furniture and walls were crawling with the layers of Magick that the two of them had performed in this room time and time again. The air was heavy, thicker, more laborous for the lungs to process. This was what viewing their Resonance through the lense of Prime was like.
Ned
".....Fuck."
It's small. Miniscule almost. He has to cough at one point, off to the side to make due with the sudden shift in their perspective that comes with Margot's addition of the Prime Sphere. It is a...clustered effect. Layers bleeding back to give them something new to consider. Ned's mind focuses on the perspective they are receiving from below and around them, yet Prime's presence forces an almost...disassociative quality. The Air itself, was visible and tangible. Breathing in, suddenly had small whorling vacuums and tides of essence vanishing through nostrils and into lungs. Visibly blending with the patterns of their own bodies.
He felt the leaden almost chewable push of his own Resonance. Suffocating claustrophobic. It forced him to breathe a little deeper but..this he was used to. The arterial flood of Margot's own raw, vicious Resonance is one he's used to as well. His job keeps him elbow deep sometimes. To experience it in such a way though has him...screwing his eyes shut every so often to adjust.
"...Brand new strings....reach out a pluck each one. All the colours, have strings and pieces. The air, our clothes, the skin, the floor. I can see...Fuck-" He scrubs at his eyes "-I can see how causing something's layers, or the essence below the layers damage, would be difficult to heal. Even moreso to resist. At the same time, making them denser."
He peered down at the Diseased webwork below, the pattern of which, the layers under it all, weakened as well. Cracked and aging and archaic.
"...Could easily separate one layer from the next. Pull the disease right out without leaving much behind and then repair the Pattern itself...But you'd need Life...more of it...." Frowning now. So much to take in.
"...I don't think I want to experience what Spirit would look like. Might find out just what's living in your apartment and the building."
Margot
"I can't afford to move. I don't want to know if this building is haunted or what by if so."
It was a lot to take in, and that was a large part of why Margot had pulled herself back into her apartment, brought herself out of the lives and rooms of those below her. She was exploring the Prime, the new addition to the mash-up of perceptions. She was a little unnerved by how her own Magick manifested sometimes, or at least by the visualization of it. To see the sharp red and dark caked black-red-brown layed upon one another across the surfaces of her apartment, to see how it seemed even to ooze from the layers of paint on the walls, it had her swallowing and (as well as the claustrophobic gasp-gasp-breath of Ned's own magick) taking a deep breath that filled her lungs as much as they would.
"Which apartment is that, can you tell?" She looked down again, back to where the old disease festered and rotted. "The person that's sick. They should know, if they don't already." Seems that she'd made up her mind on where she stood, morally speaking, when it came to walking around with the knowledge of somebody's impending death on her shoulders.
Then, soon after:
"There's so much, but it all makes sense and fits where it's supposed to go. It's navigable-- used to be a lot to take in and I could only pull pieces here and there, but I can go find what I'm looking for now. We've got to be close, close to unlocking it, you know? To changing things."
Ned
"....A little too much."
He admits. Margot was operating with far more Sphere integration that he was at present. His own understanding of Prime was limited at best (Though this moment probably went a long way to assuaging some of his curiosity). Ned remains fixed in place, hand still clutched inside Margot's own. The arterial 'icing' layered over everything was definitely something that drew his attention. Congealed, flaking, banded blood and viscera. A harsh representation that hovered on the edges of vision while his own claustrophobic gulps for air made it all seem like some fever dream.
"...I think that's enough for the time being."
He pries his hand loose from Margot's own, flexing fingers around, pulses of pain leaping out infront of him, sharp warbling blooms of reddish mist, captured and cloying like spores, under the heavy imprint of their shared Resonance. His gaze turns around the apartment, watching as layers begin to peel back and away from reality. As walls begin to assert themselves with slow, but predictable tangibility.
"....Huh. Slow to fade. Unless you actively-"
And the world pops back into place, suddenly and swiftly. Enough that it drags his breath out of him and he's left breathing a bit more heavily than before.
"-dismiss it."
The blood on his hand is caked into place, blackened at the edges and congealed around the wound which has been scabbed slightly, timorously, with the time they'd spent in the 'Layered view'. There's a small pool on the table between them, likewise congealed, slightly ridged as the cooling liquid begins to condense.
"...Rather weird set of interactions you have. Far more intuitive than my own. Lend themselves to one another well though, if a bit overwhelming."
Margot
At last their hands parted, Ned's own wrenching away from hers, and the sensory overload began to fade, fade, fade, and then--- pop! gone.
Margot moved to put her hands on top of her knees to brace herself, but thought better of it and rested her hands on the edges of the table instead, leaned forward and breathing deep and deliberate. Like having an inhaler unlock your airways after an asthma attack. After a few moments she straightened up again. Surveyed the blood on the table and all over their hands.
"I suppose so. It was uncomfortable at first, but a lot about my Magick is uncomfortable." She stood then, swinging one leg over the table backward so she was careful to avoid bumping her fellow apprentice with a knee. Walked over to the kitchen sink and nudged the faucet on with her elbow so she could begin washing her hands. The old white porcelain bloomed red-and-pink in the basin as she did.
"I'm getting used to it, though. Stepping outside the bounds will always be uncomfortable. Well worth it, though." Hands washed, she knelt down and retrieved a first aid kit from under the sink. Set it up on the counter and nodded her head for him to come on over. She no doubt had plans to help him get the cut on his hand cleaned and covered up.
Ned
Bathroom.
She hit the faucet in the kitchen. Ned went for the bathroom, leading with his elbows. He plucked some tissue off the roll to turn the sink on. A second flush of red and pink went down this drain, as he scrubbed gingerly around the cut on his hand. To little avail, as the forming scab began to ooze with the watering down. Eventually he tapped the Faucet off and dried the back of his hands on a nearby towel.
He came out of the Bathroom with the tissue held to his cut hand, moving into the Kitchen.
"...It's a bit disjointed though. Makes it difficult for you to be able to keep all those senses readied and in the moment. You'd be at a significant disadvantage in a fight unless you came to rely on those senses as much as you do on your sight here in this world."
This world. Like they were fresh back from a Dimensional hop.
"...I don't know what apartment that was, by the way but you should leave it alone. Can't explain how you know to anyone anyway and it'll just raise suspicion." He's shaking his head. Callous perhaps but Ned was never one for feeling for strangers. Paranoia won out. Always.
His hand was held out toward her, laid on the counter next to the first aid.
Margot
He called it a disadvantage, how she perceived things, and she stilled the motions of drying her hands with a paper towel to look at him with a raised eyebrow. His follow-up about learning to lean on them was met with a nod, though, and she tossed the paper towel in the bin by the end of the counter. "I'm pretty sure that's what's going to end up happening. I'll be like Daredevil or something," she added with a grin.
While she bandaged up his hand (rudimentary, basic understanding and application of first aid-- she was unfamiliar and out of practice but at least had an idea of what she was doing), Margot sighed and nodded.
"Alright, I'll leave it alone."
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