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[ It's not that Kate hates video or voice, but generally - for posting - she prefers text. It's easier to sound together when you have time to think of your content.
However, text doesn't really work for what she's about to do here. She's sat in a spire apartment that a few eagle-eyed people may recognise as her own, twirling a pen between her fingers.
The words that come out of her mouth begin awkward and stilted. Although this should be easy, should just be as simple as advertising a new item for the clinic - that's what it was, on the surface, anyway - this is the first public post she's made since the entire mess with the fog, and she's not sure what kind of reaction to expect at all. ]
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[ She clears her throat, gets rid of some of the jerkiness in her tone and fiddles with something that's just off camera. This needs to be announced, now that she and Carlisle have finished it. He isn't here with her right now, but she's asked him to keep an eye out for any questions that might arise about how his powers work. ] We've been working on something.
[ She holds up the pen between her thumb and forefinger. ] This is a healing cell - it stores healing power. It can heal your injuries when activated. [ The explanation comes relatively easily, like she's reciting an answer to Dagny. But there's still the distinct, nagging thought that if she doesn't demonstrate it - and, hell, maybe even if she does - that there'll be a million questions from people who know how she was involved last month all asking 'how do we know we can trust you? or this thing?' ] Like this:
[ She drops the pen into her lap and takes out a small knife, and - with a sharp intake of breath - drags it across her palm until it bleeds. Then she picks the pen back up, clicks the bottom and presses it along the cut.
After a moment - and a wince, as Carlisle's healing power burns out of the pen - the injury has disappeared entirely. She clicks the pen once more and withdraws it from where the injury was, almost immediately wiping her bloody hand on her jeans and swallowing. ]
It won't perform surgery but it can heal most basic injuries. Wouldn't recommend it for more than a minor fracture. [ The original prototypes made back home had a tendency to overheat dramatically if used for something more serious, and she expects it to be the same here. ] At most, you'll get thirty uses out of it before it's empty. Needs to be recharged every month, as well. [ Yeah, there's a good amount of drawbacks, but it beats having to panic about first aid supplies? Sort of?
She picks up a handful of other trinkets - a stone here, a ring there - and holds them up. ] We've got ten so far - making more. If you want one, stop by the clinic. Located opposite the Colosseum.
[ And that, Hadriel, is as close as Kate is gonna get to publicly saying sorry for breaking the murdercave. ]
However, text doesn't really work for what she's about to do here. She's sat in a spire apartment that a few eagle-eyed people may recognise as her own, twirling a pen between her fingers.
The words that come out of her mouth begin awkward and stilted. Although this should be easy, should just be as simple as advertising a new item for the clinic - that's what it was, on the surface, anyway - this is the first public post she's made since the entire mess with the fog, and she's not sure what kind of reaction to expect at all. ]
So.
[ She clears her throat, gets rid of some of the jerkiness in her tone and fiddles with something that's just off camera. This needs to be announced, now that she and Carlisle have finished it. He isn't here with her right now, but she's asked him to keep an eye out for any questions that might arise about how his powers work. ] We've been working on something.
[ She holds up the pen between her thumb and forefinger. ] This is a healing cell - it stores healing power. It can heal your injuries when activated. [ The explanation comes relatively easily, like she's reciting an answer to Dagny. But there's still the distinct, nagging thought that if she doesn't demonstrate it - and, hell, maybe even if she does - that there'll be a million questions from people who know how she was involved last month all asking 'how do we know we can trust you? or this thing?' ] Like this:
[ She drops the pen into her lap and takes out a small knife, and - with a sharp intake of breath - drags it across her palm until it bleeds. Then she picks the pen back up, clicks the bottom and presses it along the cut.
After a moment - and a wince, as Carlisle's healing power burns out of the pen - the injury has disappeared entirely. She clicks the pen once more and withdraws it from where the injury was, almost immediately wiping her bloody hand on her jeans and swallowing. ]
It won't perform surgery but it can heal most basic injuries. Wouldn't recommend it for more than a minor fracture. [ The original prototypes made back home had a tendency to overheat dramatically if used for something more serious, and she expects it to be the same here. ] At most, you'll get thirty uses out of it before it's empty. Needs to be recharged every month, as well. [ Yeah, there's a good amount of drawbacks, but it beats having to panic about first aid supplies? Sort of?
She picks up a handful of other trinkets - a stone here, a ring there - and holds them up. ] We've got ten so far - making more. If you want one, stop by the clinic. Located opposite the Colosseum.
[ And that, Hadriel, is as close as Kate is gonna get to publicly saying sorry for breaking the murdercave. ]
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save one for chris. he'd break something if he stubbed his toe
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[ And then, switching to private ] Look. I should apologise to you. And Chris. Willing to meet? [ Doing it over text seems like it isn't nearly enough. ]
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action bc i fucking can
You think they would have taken my word for it? [ Like. REALLY? Even without the entire fog fuckup, there'd be plenty who were sceptical of the idea of a magic healing pen. ]
YOU TWO LIVE NEXT DOOR TO EACH OTHER WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST CALL HER CARLISLE
BECAUSE HE'S A MORON
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Is it safe?
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Just don't heal anything too critical with it. It'll overheat and stop working then.
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But Kate insisted he answer questions if they came up and pertained to him, so that's what he's going to do. More importantly, he recognizes the name attached to this one: it's the Forest Folk who showed up at Kate's door, the one who helped him through the fog -- and the one he compelled to leave so he didn't have to stay at the temple.
Ah yes. That one. It's a good thing guilt doesn't translate through text easily.]
That'd be me, the fellow who live next door.
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... Depends. A graze would be no problem. A clean shot through... [ Hm. ] Might do. Wouldn't recommend trying it unless you knew that it hadn't hit organs, bone or tendon. [ She inhales. ] Not if the bullet's still in.
Ask for a healer if you're not sure. [ She'd much rather people did that than risked the burns that an overextended cell manages, especially on a gunshot wound. ]
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You'll put the rest of us out of business, [ said with just a gentle hint of sarcasm. That's a joke! He's joking! ]
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Thankfully, she also gets subtle sarcasm, since most of her jokes are delivered in three tones of deadpan. ] Have to be paid to call it a business. [ exhibit a: deadpan joke tone #1.
But, more seriously; ] Expect we'll have plenty of injuries beyond these things, anyway.
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[Tazendra knows no healing, but she admits it is useful sorcery, if boring and full of details she doesn't care about.]
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[He sound a little skeptical of the device. It seems too good to be true. What can he say? His last experience with healing energy was extremely traumatizing. Having one's arm ground down into dust and rebuilt bone by bone will do that to a person.]
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You got any left?
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