There is something oddly familiar about this, the tables disorientingly turned, the doctor made patient once more: Strange remembers conducting patellar reflex tests, tapping tendons with rubber mallets. Checking the nerves, testing for numbness, seeing where the pain stops and ends, finding out how far the damage goes. There are enough similarities: the sliver itself makes the flesh numb.
“When,” he says, watching the track of Sennara’s hand, once her index finger reaches the point he’s mapped himself.
“I must stress, though, that this is imprecise. Without, y’know, chopping off one’s hand to measure it more reliably.”
Fingers pinch air, estimating a measurement. Committing the number to ether. When she sets his hand down, it's not to bruise or to baby. She rocks back on her ass, pulls legs up criss-cross onto the cabinet.
"Good test repeats," Not amputation. (He does have two hands —) "You think others agree? To measure."
Imprecise matters less, with more to draw upon; points to smooth a curve. He'd already hear of any anomalies, but this could pair with the other one's work. Viktor. If they hope to disguise energy, the anchors are a place to begin.
“Hm.” Real consideration, then, head cocked and mulling over what she’s suggesting.
“So you’re picturing, say: institute regular checkups for shard-bearers, get out a ruler and take note of where they subjectively feel like the shard ends? Track the progress inasmuch as we can?”
"Why not?" A true question. Her people wouldn't ask; the expectations are different here. "Do this every month, maybe every few months. Or after close to rift. I say I help, but this makes it suspicious."
“Why not,” Strange says after a moment, an exhale, and it sounds both like a response to the suspicion and her suggestion as a whole. Willing hands are willing hands.
“I know you have limited organisational access,” might as well be upfront about what they both know rather than pretending otherwise, “but I can’t see how ruler measurements could be privileged information.”
“It does. I’m sure he was pleased to discuss it.” And she’s newly with Research, so— there’s some genuine warmth in Strange’s own smile as he says, “Glad to be working with you on this, Sennara.”
The doctor’s easy to steer: just be intellectually curious and eager to work on esoteric magical problems, and you’re halfway there.
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“When,” he says, watching the track of Sennara’s hand, once her index finger reaches the point he’s mapped himself.
“I must stress, though, that this is imprecise. Without, y’know, chopping off one’s hand to measure it more reliably.”
(Please don’t.)
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"Good test repeats," Not amputation. (He does have two hands —) "You think others agree? To measure."
Imprecise matters less, with more to draw upon; points to smooth a curve. He'd already hear of any anomalies, but this could pair with the other one's work. Viktor. If they hope to disguise energy, the anchors are a place to begin.
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“So you’re picturing, say: institute regular checkups for shard-bearers, get out a ruler and take note of where they subjectively feel like the shard ends? Track the progress inasmuch as we can?”
Which is not very well, but…
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“I know you have limited organisational access,” might as well be upfront about what they both know rather than pretending otherwise, “but I can’t see how ruler measurements could be privileged information.”
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A wide, split smile. She hops down.
"I speak a little to Viktor of this. Of measuring magic," The thaumoscope, the Rifts. She lifts a hand in little loop. "It draws together."
🎀?
The doctor’s easy to steer: just be intellectually curious and eager to work on esoteric magical problems, and you’re halfway there.