[It is scary. And William, who generally markets himself (or is marketed by his player) as the consummate coward, doesn't seem like the type to court pain and danger as such. However, he is also a coward under perpetual threat of intolerable guilt, and while he doesn't exactly have an elaborate, standardized process for vetting magical powers, the whole conversation sort of suggests to him that maybe there should be one. Or at any rate, that it seems irresponsible right now not to know more or less what Dr. Gallo can do.
He pulls out a drawer nearby, pokes around in there for a moment. Finds a thin blade-- not surgical or anything like that, used for cutting packages and bandages probably, usually.] All right, [he says, mostly to himself. He rolls back one sleeve with his fingers, winds up twisting his wrist around a few times, trying to decide where exactly. An arterial wound would probably be helpful for no one. If he loses consciousness, he'll not exactly be the ideal audience. A moment, and then he chooses the back of his forearm.
Schtck. There's a tearing sound of skin and flesh, and dark blood bubbles to the surface. Mostly he just stabs himself, but after the initial grimace, he gives the blade a little wiggle too. He releases it while his arm is still impaled, twists his head around to look at the woman expectantly, his pupils already swelling from pain. Ahhhhh.] Ow, [he announces.]
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He pulls out a drawer nearby, pokes around in there for a moment. Finds a thin blade-- not surgical or anything like that, used for cutting packages and bandages probably, usually.] All right, [he says, mostly to himself. He rolls back one sleeve with his fingers, winds up twisting his wrist around a few times, trying to decide where exactly. An arterial wound would probably be helpful for no one. If he loses consciousness, he'll not exactly be the ideal audience. A moment, and then he chooses the back of his forearm.
Schtck. There's a tearing sound of skin and flesh, and dark blood bubbles to the surface. Mostly he just stabs himself, but after the initial grimace, he gives the blade a little wiggle too. He releases it while his arm is still impaled, twists his head around to look at the woman expectantly, his pupils already swelling from pain. Ahhhhh.] Ow, [he announces.]