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f o u r. ( VIDEO ) . look again and you'll be startled
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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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... 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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I might stop by to pick one up, if you think they'll be some left. [ Every couple of nights, she'll go to bed with a new wound—usually some brightly colored bruise from a poor encounter in the Silent Hill pocket, but the ones she frets over the most are the ones that bleed. ]
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Can hold one. [ Or, if not, try and make one later. Thankfully, they're not too time consuming. Just energy consuming.
But, a quick switch to private. ] How've you been? [ Sure, it's innocuous enough to ask over the public network... if they were anyone but who they are. If the implications weren't all over it. ]
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You kind of seem like you've been pushing yourself. [ The same beginnings of exhaustion cling to Kate's features like they did during the pull of Silent Hill, as she pushed herself to the limits. ]
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And personal things, but who needs to talk about those. ] It's a difficult enchantment. [ Which is also true. She pushed out the last few tonight in an attempt to make the announcement before too many people went to the caves to exterminate monsters, and her energy levels aren't excellent.
But she can sleep that off. Eat it off. It's nowhere near the overwork of last month yet. ]
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And you're talking about making more. [ People can, and will survive without healing trinkets. Hell, they can fucking die for all she cares; Hope can, and will, just bring them back. ] I hope it's after a bit of a rest.
[ She's such an incredibly bossy teenager at times. ]
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Good.