[Ugh this is already weird. But too late to back out now, isn't it? He nods, focusing on those.
...There is his pyrokinesis too but does he have to spell that out? Is that important?
What Callaghan gets isn't two, but three powers. The most obvious being the technopathy, the one that hits first. He'd only notice while sitting as a light hum in the back of his head, of something buzzing. Whether it's a zipper or watch clasp touching his skin. But then, it's more than that. The feeling of the mechanisms and how they work together. How they fit together and move together, and Callaghan now instinctively knowing and - what's more - visualizing it perfectly through touch alone. Electronic mechanisms? A whole other level of feeling. A watch or the comm device, gives a warm tingling to his fingertips, like a part of him seeping out of his skin and along the circuit boards and wiring of each piece. The feeling flows along with the electrical current, giving him a perfect mental picture of what the inside looks like,how it all is pieced together, if something is out of place or broken... And even then, there's still more, a character, a personality to each piece of technology inside, that he can feel. Tadashi had described it to Hiro once, that it was like holding a pencil or a rod and raking it against concrete; you could still feel the pressure and roughness but at a distance. But that was months ago, before Tadashi had really honed the ability. Before instinctively feeling each and every part, every circuit, every nut and bolt is a part of him as long as he's touching it.
But then a second feeling is there. A warmth, a light in the palms of one's hands that radiates outward. Only outward, a good, strong warmth that feels comforting. But it only goes out - never inward. Never towards himself, a gift that only gives, never takes. Like the technopathy, touching an injury, instinctively being able to feel the injury and knowing how to fix it. But it's exhausting too, like life being drained away if used too much. Even further than that, there's an undercurrent, a warning. The potential for so much more, the healing's desire to take on all the world's pains and make it so no one suffers them again. To take that pain and make it one's own, but just under the surface, unrealized, like that light is stuck in a filtered bulb.
Under that. Under the buzzing of electronics, under the brilliance of healing warmth, is another. A smoldering, ashen thing in the pit of the stomach, balled up tight like it's waiting for just the right moment to release itself. A unwelcome heat, waiting for ignition. It seeps into the blood stream making everything too hot, almost unbearably if left unchecked. Like even the smallest switch could ignite and burn everything.
When Tadashi blinks again, he doesn't feel all that different. Thank the stars for his power limiter, but he watches Callaghan curiously.]
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[Ugh this is already weird. But too late to back out now, isn't it? He nods, focusing on those.
...There is his pyrokinesis too but does he have to spell that out? Is that important?
What Callaghan gets isn't two, but three powers. The most obvious being the technopathy, the one that hits first. He'd only notice while sitting as a light hum in the back of his head, of something buzzing. Whether it's a zipper or watch clasp touching his skin. But then, it's more than that. The feeling of the mechanisms and how they work together. How they fit together and move together, and Callaghan now instinctively knowing and - what's more - visualizing it perfectly through touch alone. Electronic mechanisms? A whole other level of feeling. A watch or the comm device, gives a warm tingling to his fingertips, like a part of him seeping out of his skin and along the circuit boards and wiring of each piece. The feeling flows along with the electrical current, giving him a perfect mental picture of what the inside looks like,how it all is pieced together, if something is out of place or broken... And even then, there's still more, a character, a personality to each piece of technology inside, that he can feel. Tadashi had described it to Hiro once, that it was like holding a pencil or a rod and raking it against concrete; you could still feel the pressure and roughness but at a distance. But that was months ago, before Tadashi had really honed the ability. Before instinctively feeling each and every part, every circuit, every nut and bolt is a part of him as long as he's touching it.
But then a second feeling is there. A warmth, a light in the palms of one's hands that radiates outward. Only outward, a good, strong warmth that feels comforting. But it only goes out - never inward. Never towards himself, a gift that only gives, never takes. Like the technopathy, touching an injury, instinctively being able to feel the injury and knowing how to fix it. But it's exhausting too, like life being drained away if used too much. Even further than that, there's an undercurrent, a warning. The potential for so much more, the healing's desire to take on all the world's pains and make it so no one suffers them again. To take that pain and make it one's own, but just under the surface, unrealized, like that light is stuck in a filtered bulb.
Under that. Under the buzzing of electronics, under the brilliance of healing warmth, is another. A smoldering, ashen thing in the pit of the stomach, balled up tight like it's waiting for just the right moment to release itself. A unwelcome heat, waiting for ignition. It seeps into the blood stream making everything too hot, almost unbearably if left unchecked. Like even the smallest switch could ignite and burn everything.
When Tadashi blinks again, he doesn't feel all that different. Thank the stars for his power limiter, but he watches Callaghan curiously.]