Well, for what it is worth, the position you were in is more interesting, in my opinion. War itself tends to be a rather dull game of resources and management. Kenos at least promises battles more interesting than those of simply politics and soldiers, though.
[ He gives his answer while Bondrewd examines the kit, and he’s pleased to see that it seems to pass his standards. His “taste” in what he creates tends towards the old-fashioned even as he’s learned more of future innovations through his own efforts to recreate Shimmer for Silco. It’s a safer bet to make things that he’s confident in rather than to try and stretch his understanding into imagination, since the latter is a weakness of his.
As Bondrewd begins his work, Sebastian’s hands return to gloves since he can quickly see that they won’t be needed, or at least not away. Bondrewd’s deft work speaks to experience, and truthfully, Sebastian is interested to see just what this strange fellow can do. That’s naturally more of what’s on his mind than the prospect of what’s about to be done to this poor, poor person. ]
But I shall keep an eye on them, yes.
[ He’s kneeling at this point as well, and he looks from the flower that the person is transfixed on back to their face. He reaches out and gently takes one of their hands, but it’s absolutely not with any intention of disturbing them. He just holds their hand gently so that his fingers can rest over their pulse point. Which, once Bondrewd begins, rapidly shoots up.
They choke out a strained noise as if their throat was suddenly constricted and tears immediately well up in their eyes and spill over, but there’s no scream, no thrashing. The flower keeps them fixed in place, but clearly, it doesn’t stop the natural reactions of pain where the Blight hasn’t affected them. The smell of blood also gets Sebastian’s pupils to dilate, though the unnatural glow and color doesn’t appear this time, at least. It’s simply a smell that prompts an instinctual reaction from him. ]
Oh? How surprising. I thought they would scream, at least… [ He comments on it casually and maybe, just maybe, with a touch of disappointment. ] Their pulse is quite high, obviously, but you have considerable time before they will go into shock. They do not seem to be completely aware, as it were, so that should add some time as well.
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[ He gives his answer while Bondrewd examines the kit, and he’s pleased to see that it seems to pass his standards. His “taste” in what he creates tends towards the old-fashioned even as he’s learned more of future innovations through his own efforts to recreate Shimmer for Silco. It’s a safer bet to make things that he’s confident in rather than to try and stretch his understanding into imagination, since the latter is a weakness of his.
As Bondrewd begins his work, Sebastian’s hands return to gloves since he can quickly see that they won’t be needed, or at least not away. Bondrewd’s deft work speaks to experience, and truthfully, Sebastian is interested to see just what this strange fellow can do. That’s naturally more of what’s on his mind than the prospect of what’s about to be done to this poor, poor person. ]
But I shall keep an eye on them, yes.
[ He’s kneeling at this point as well, and he looks from the flower that the person is transfixed on back to their face. He reaches out and gently takes one of their hands, but it’s absolutely not with any intention of disturbing them. He just holds their hand gently so that his fingers can rest over their pulse point. Which, once Bondrewd begins, rapidly shoots up.
They choke out a strained noise as if their throat was suddenly constricted and tears immediately well up in their eyes and spill over, but there’s no scream, no thrashing. The flower keeps them fixed in place, but clearly, it doesn’t stop the natural reactions of pain where the Blight hasn’t affected them. The smell of blood also gets Sebastian’s pupils to dilate, though the unnatural glow and color doesn’t appear this time, at least. It’s simply a smell that prompts an instinctual reaction from him. ]
Oh? How surprising. I thought they would scream, at least… [ He comments on it casually and maybe, just maybe, with a touch of disappointment. ] Their pulse is quite high, obviously, but you have considerable time before they will go into shock. They do not seem to be completely aware, as it were, so that should add some time as well.