[ He quirks a smile at the comment, and awaits permission. When Shiro extends that metal arm, he reaches forward to take the wrist in hand. Interesting bit of tech, but he can tell dwelling on that topic might not break this conversation's bulletproof sheet of ice; so he just uses the contact as his excuse.
God has never needed anything as mundane as physical contact to reach into someone. But it makes people nervous when you start fiddling with their bodily processes at range, turns out. Also, this way is more polite. ]
I'm not much of a tech guy, but we'll see what I can do.
[ And, okay, sure. He's no engineer. The inorganics are more or less a black box to him, necromantically, he can barely even read the thumbprints of thanergy signatures and what he can read tends to make no sense.
But he has enough handle on blood magic to see where the energy's catching and tangling and crystallizing, way deep down. He'd qualify it as weird as hell but within his purview.
God reaches in and smooths out the damage. It will look like nothing more than him tapping his fingertips on Shiro's wrist, and will feel a bit like getting slapped in the arm with a high-voltage live wire— a sudden deep jolt, there and then gone. ]
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God has never needed anything as mundane as physical contact to reach into someone. But it makes people nervous when you start fiddling with their bodily processes at range, turns out. Also, this way is more polite. ]
I'm not much of a tech guy, but we'll see what I can do.
[ And, okay, sure. He's no engineer. The inorganics are more or less a black box to him, necromantically, he can barely even read the thumbprints of thanergy signatures and what he can read tends to make no sense.
But he has enough handle on blood magic to see where the energy's catching and tangling and crystallizing, way deep down. He'd qualify it as weird as hell but within his purview.
God reaches in and smooths out the damage. It will look like nothing more than him tapping his fingertips on Shiro's wrist, and will feel a bit like getting slapped in the arm with a high-voltage live wire— a sudden deep jolt, there and then gone. ]