[Keith eyed the pocket knife for a second, and then took it. He turned it over in his fingers a few times, his thoughts going along the same line as Lance in regards to his own weapons. He'd like to have them... strange place with potentially hostile environment, having something familiar to defend himself with would be a good bonus. He hadn't gone completely through the pack Lance gave him, yet, so he didn't know everything that might be inside it. He'd just grabbed the robe in order to throw something over himself instead of continuing to sit on the beach completely exposed to the winter weather and anyone who walked past.]
Fire or lightning, huh? [He snorted a little at the idea of producing fire. That would be oddly appropriate, wouldn't it? He manages to get the blade unfolded with less effort than it took to work the closure on the pack, his dexterity slowly returning to his fingers, but then hesitated.
Part of him didn't want to know. Lance had said it would look different, too. Just how different? But, if he was going to have weird powers, he'd need to learn to control them, right? So, he should probably be prepared and know what to expect. And that meant pricking his finger so he could see what was going on... even if it didn't look normal.
He pressed his thumb against the tip, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before finally just doing it. And, yeah... it hurt. That was normal. It also confirmed to Keith that this was pretty damn real...
That unsettled him. His other hand clenched around the handle of the knife for a second before he forced himself to actually look. It took a moment before the pale blue fluid started to bubble out. NOPE. He gasped quietly and then stuck that thumb in his mouth automatically without thinking in order to get it to stop. He squeezed his eyes shut again as he tried to absorb the fact that his blood was the wrong color.]
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Fire or lightning, huh? [He snorted a little at the idea of producing fire. That would be oddly appropriate, wouldn't it? He manages to get the blade unfolded with less effort than it took to work the closure on the pack, his dexterity slowly returning to his fingers, but then hesitated.
Part of him didn't want to know. Lance had said it would look different, too. Just how different? But, if he was going to have weird powers, he'd need to learn to control them, right? So, he should probably be prepared and know what to expect. And that meant pricking his finger so he could see what was going on... even if it didn't look normal.
He pressed his thumb against the tip, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before finally just doing it. And, yeah... it hurt. That was normal. It also confirmed to Keith that this was pretty damn real...
That unsettled him. His other hand clenched around the handle of the knife for a second before he forced himself to actually look. It took a moment before the pale blue fluid started to bubble out. NOPE. He gasped quietly and then stuck that thumb in his mouth automatically without thinking in order to get it to stop. He squeezed his eyes shut again as he tried to absorb the fact that his blood was the wrong color.]