[Jail waves a hand casually and gives Hector an only very slightly shaky thumbs-up.] We're cool, the Sight's just a bitch like that.
[God bless Ekkehardt, honestly.] You're a fucking saint, thanks. [It's surprisingly cheerful a tone, considering. She takes some of the sweets from the tin and crunches them happily like the gremlin she is, waiting a moment before replacing the front panel of her mask and answering the question. She doesn't bother with the handkerchief- blood's not the worst thing she's ever gotten on this shirt, it's fine.]
Depends on how hard I'm going on it. The Sight doesn't have the exact same side effects for every Seer, but whatever side effects you got are gonna kick in at least a little bit whenever a vision hits, whether you made it hit on purpose or not. You got your classic blind Seers, where it's fucking up their eyes, right?
[She gestures vaguely at her chest.] Me, I got a different major organ to worry about. Twenty-twenty vision, but... [She taps her gas mask with a finger.] This ain't just for show- it's magitech, does the breathing for me.
[A shrug, as she leans back against the bench again.] Smaller visions ain't too bad, this one just went deep real quick for a second there. Bigger ones... eh.
Honestly, at this point I'm just kinda pissed the spongy little fuckers haven't finished shriveling up and dying already. I'm waiting 'til they finally yeet outta my ribcage completely to swap in some bitchin' robot lungs.
[She probably won't actually end up coughing up the entirety of her lungs piecemeal over the years before she finally bites the bullet and gets someone else to help her with some surgery, but she's still going to be stubborn about it for a good while.]
[To be honest, it's hard to tell whether this is the truth compulsion or just her usual method of avoiding feeling ashamed of things by aggressively putting her own business out there, thus making it everyone else's problem.]
Point is, now we know that whatever's going down with your angry buddy ain't too obvious, not if we could all keep walking past it and not notice.
cw: vague body-horror implications
[God bless Ekkehardt, honestly.] You're a fucking saint, thanks. [It's surprisingly cheerful a tone, considering. She takes some of the sweets from the tin and crunches them happily like the gremlin she is, waiting a moment before replacing the front panel of her mask and answering the question. She doesn't bother with the handkerchief- blood's not the worst thing she's ever gotten on this shirt, it's fine.]
Depends on how hard I'm going on it. The Sight doesn't have the exact same side effects for every Seer, but whatever side effects you got are gonna kick in at least a little bit whenever a vision hits, whether you made it hit on purpose or not. You got your classic blind Seers, where it's fucking up their eyes, right?
[She gestures vaguely at her chest.] Me, I got a different major organ to worry about. Twenty-twenty vision, but... [She taps her gas mask with a finger.] This ain't just for show- it's magitech, does the breathing for me.
[A shrug, as she leans back against the bench again.] Smaller visions ain't too bad, this one just went deep real quick for a second there. Bigger ones... eh.
Honestly, at this point I'm just kinda pissed the spongy little fuckers haven't finished shriveling up and dying already. I'm waiting 'til they finally yeet outta my ribcage completely to swap in some bitchin' robot lungs.
[She probably won't actually end up coughing up the entirety of her lungs piecemeal over the years before she finally bites the bullet and gets someone else to help her with some surgery, but she's still going to be stubborn about it for a good while.]
[To be honest, it's hard to tell whether this is the truth compulsion or just her usual method of avoiding feeling ashamed of things by aggressively putting her own business out there, thus making it everyone else's problem.]
Point is, now we know that whatever's going down with your angry buddy ain't too obvious, not if we could all keep walking past it and not notice.