Pulling Your Own Weight
Shrunk by Ace Attorney Girls - Definitive Edition
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
olimarnite
You weren't certain you liked the sound of that. Sure, the first test hadn't hurt, but you still had no idea what the limits of your tiny body really were.
Ema looked thoughtful for a few seconds.
"I've got it!" she said, setting her notepad down. "Since we know that your base molecular structure has been condensed and fortified in proportion to your size, we should see if the same applies to your muscle mass!"
"... What?" you asked. Only about half of the words that you just heard made any sense to you, and they weren't the important ones.
Ema sighed impatiently. Without answering, she lifted you off the chair and moved you over to the table. Then, she turned her pencil over in her hand and set the eraser down on the tabletop in front of you.
"See if you can climb up this pencil." she instructed. "This'll let me test your muscle mass and stamina."
It didn't seem worth arguing. You looked the pencil over. It was slightly worn out, but it didn't look as if there were really any places to take a grip on it. Even so, you placed your hands on the metallic eraser casing and pulled your feet onto one of the small ridges. At this point, you encountered two problems. Firstly, there definitely weren't any dents in the wood of the pencil that were large enough for you to hold onto, and secondly, Ema's hand wasn't perfectly steady, which meant that the pencil was swaying slightly on the spot. After a few seconds of running your hands over the pencil in search of any handholds, you decided to try just putting your arms around the entire thing to inch your way up. This worked for all of five seconds before you inevitably slipped from the smooth surface. Ema frowned as you fell back down onto the tabletop.
"You alright?" she asked, leaning closer.
"Yeah..." you muttered, getting to your feet.
"Hmm... I guess there isn't any good way to grip onto the pencil, then..." she said, thinking it over. After a moment, she smiled. "New plan."
Setting the pencil aside, she turned around and sat down on the surface of the table herself. You watched as she extended her index finger and set her fingertip on the table, right in front of you.
"OK. Try climbing up my arm, instead."
You looked up toward Ema's shoulder, high above you. Her arm was pointing fairly straight downward, but it looked like her sleeve would be easy to hold on to, once you could get to it.
You took a step forward, right in front of Ema's fingernail. Up close, you could tell that her index finger alone was thicker than your whole body. It would have been intimidating, if not for the first test she had tried. Not wasting any time, you grabbed the best hold you could around her finger and began to pull yourself upward. Her skin was smooth, but not even close to how smooth the pencil had been. As such, it wasn't too hard to make it up to her hand and the base of her arm. Ema was watching your movements closely, probably trying to check for any signs of exhaustion, considering what she had said about your stamina. Once you started up her wrist, the climb slowed down a bit, but you still weren't finding it very difficult. After around half a minute, you reached her elbow, where the sleeve of her green shirt started. The fabric was much easier to hold onto, and in less than half the time that the first part of the climb had taken, you pulled yourself up onto her shoulder.
"Good work! You don't even look tired!" she said as you pushed away a lock of her hang that had swayed against you. She quickly wrote a few notes on her notepad again. "OK. You're doing well so far, so let's take a break."
Ema looked thoughtful for a few seconds.
"I've got it!" she said, setting her notepad down. "Since we know that your base molecular structure has been condensed and fortified in proportion to your size, we should see if the same applies to your muscle mass!"
"... What?" you asked. Only about half of the words that you just heard made any sense to you, and they weren't the important ones.
Ema sighed impatiently. Without answering, she lifted you off the chair and moved you over to the table. Then, she turned her pencil over in her hand and set the eraser down on the tabletop in front of you.
"See if you can climb up this pencil." she instructed. "This'll let me test your muscle mass and stamina."
It didn't seem worth arguing. You looked the pencil over. It was slightly worn out, but it didn't look as if there were really any places to take a grip on it. Even so, you placed your hands on the metallic eraser casing and pulled your feet onto one of the small ridges. At this point, you encountered two problems. Firstly, there definitely weren't any dents in the wood of the pencil that were large enough for you to hold onto, and secondly, Ema's hand wasn't perfectly steady, which meant that the pencil was swaying slightly on the spot. After a few seconds of running your hands over the pencil in search of any handholds, you decided to try just putting your arms around the entire thing to inch your way up. This worked for all of five seconds before you inevitably slipped from the smooth surface. Ema frowned as you fell back down onto the tabletop.
"You alright?" she asked, leaning closer.
"Yeah..." you muttered, getting to your feet.
"Hmm... I guess there isn't any good way to grip onto the pencil, then..." she said, thinking it over. After a moment, she smiled. "New plan."
Setting the pencil aside, she turned around and sat down on the surface of the table herself. You watched as she extended her index finger and set her fingertip on the table, right in front of you.
"OK. Try climbing up my arm, instead."
You looked up toward Ema's shoulder, high above you. Her arm was pointing fairly straight downward, but it looked like her sleeve would be easy to hold on to, once you could get to it.
You took a step forward, right in front of Ema's fingernail. Up close, you could tell that her index finger alone was thicker than your whole body. It would have been intimidating, if not for the first test she had tried. Not wasting any time, you grabbed the best hold you could around her finger and began to pull yourself upward. Her skin was smooth, but not even close to how smooth the pencil had been. As such, it wasn't too hard to make it up to her hand and the base of her arm. Ema was watching your movements closely, probably trying to check for any signs of exhaustion, considering what she had said about your stamina. Once you started up her wrist, the climb slowed down a bit, but you still weren't finding it very difficult. After around half a minute, you reached her elbow, where the sleeve of her green shirt started. The fabric was much easier to hold onto, and in less than half the time that the first part of the climb had taken, you pulled yourself up onto her shoulder.
"Good work! You don't even look tired!" she said as you pushed away a lock of her hang that had swayed against you. She quickly wrote a few notes on her notepad again. "OK. You're doing well so far, so let's take a break."
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