!qw2cdBTZAc 01/26/12(Thu)16:02 No.17685174|
As you pull back the back plate of your hand, you feel cold, harsh, against raw skin. Then, as you lift away the shell, you see the ioun muscle, bare and exposed. It is normally a soft blue, but now you see it darkening in places and glowing with magical energy. The ioun muscle pulses, and you see straight lines of the ground crystal suddenly rise up out of the bluish mass, shaped almost like ligaments. You hurriedly get the rest of the armored surface of your prosthetic off around your forearm and upper arm, just leaving the jointed areas protected, as well as a metal frame around the arm. You put your left hand into the open palm of your right hand, and feel a surprising heat from it. The crystal of your prosthetic suddenly squirms beneath your grip, and you jerk your hand away. You see the crude, shrunken crystal of the ioun muscles in your right hand shudder, then swell outwards into a bluish mass of crystal, seeming to match the contours of your left hand's tissues and muscles, framed by a light bluish, nearly white, translucent crystal that moves like flesh, and you can feel it moments later, the new sensation of nerves coming into being and conveying their message of cold and life overwhelming you. You put down your tools, looking at your arm in wonder. It really looks much less pleasant with the skin off, the muscles grouped in a few places on the forearm and flanked by two duralumin rods that serve as your bones. The upper arm has a large knot of muscle, stretched along the length of the arm, with another layer of muscle beneath it. Your shoulder on that side is revealed as a large ball and socket joint, the bluish ioun ore stretching over the sides of it, with a hole down below it that is covered by a sheet of flexible leather.