[Stepping into the abandoned store, it really does seem to be about what you’d expect - whitewashed walls, all furniture and carpeting stripped out, leaving behind only the unwanted mannequins, some still posed, others laying like logs along the floor. There isn’t really much to look at; it would be easy enough to just leave. But on second glance-
Your character may just notice some movement to follow deeper in the store, if they wish to continue investigating.]
Continuing along, the change is almost imperceptible. For a while, all that they walk past are the shadowy forms of mannequins lining the floors - but at some point, they aren’t just mannequins, but bodies, bloodied and maimed. Before long, there’s nothing but bodies all around, a mountain in front and scattered corpses behind, some still alive enough to groan and cry in voices that, at times, may even sound familiar.
But there’s one in particular, nearer, clearer to see than the rest. Because looking properly, they’ll find the body of Amaranth.
Though her body has been repaired to the point of recognizability, there are still signs - a skeletal arm where the flesh was melted off completely, among other patches of flesh seared from bone. She’s alive - but barely so.
And to top it off - whether or not your character intends to help, they have their own wounds to worry about. Their missing right arm will surely need to be dealt with before they can assist. But somehow...
Somehow, your character just knows; for this moment alone, they have regained their power as a sensitIV. They can heal wounds into scars, mend broken bones, attach or detach limbs or other organs, and manipulate flesh as though it were clay. But...
Is that even sufficient for fixing - for healing all of this...?
Much like the powers, there’s another sense, another tickle of knowledge.
Someone else could do this. Someone else could fix everything - there’s no need to take responsibility, not for something so complex...
[guess he's going to take some of those limbs and fleshcraft himself a new arm, before kneeling next to Amaranth's body, to further examine what needs healing.]
[It's mostly melted flesh, to the point of exposing the bone. While he could heal her in this state, there's not enough flesh left to actually cover the bone completely anymore...
Fortunate, isn't it, that there's so much material to select from, isn't it?
You know in your heart that this isn't the end. They'll die and continue to die, over and over and over. But it's okay. Everyone knows you'll always be there to fix them up, again and again, friendly and smiling. You'll figure out how to fix it all, even past the limitations of your powers. You will never need anyone else to look out for you - you can heal yourself, can't you? Never insinuate anything is needed or desired, nothing that could breed resentment over the power over the lives and deaths of others, the power you never asked for. You'll handle it all, again and again, smiling because at least you aren't helpless, at least you can do something.
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Your character may just notice some movement to follow deeper in the store, if they wish to continue investigating.]
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But there’s one in particular, nearer, clearer to see than the rest. Because looking properly, they’ll find the body of Amaranth.
Though her body has been repaired to the point of recognizability, there are still signs - a skeletal arm where the flesh was melted off completely, among other patches of flesh seared from bone. She’s alive - but barely so.
And to top it off - whether or not your character intends to help, they have their own wounds to worry about. Their missing right arm will surely need to be dealt with before they can assist. But somehow...
Somehow, your character just knows; for this moment alone, they have regained their power as a sensitIV. They can heal wounds into scars, mend broken bones, attach or detach limbs or other organs, and manipulate flesh as though it were clay. But...
Is that even sufficient for fixing - for healing all of this...?
Much like the powers, there’s another sense, another tickle of knowledge.
Someone else could do this. Someone else could fix everything - there’s no need to take responsibility, not for something so complex...
What will they do?
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absolutely not going to let anyone else fix this.
if he has his powers back...does he have anything like food on him? or since was this a store, is there anything like food around?]
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Interestingly, she's dressed in LiliS clothes.]
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guess he's going to take more flesh from some unlucky corpse so he can fleshcraft it onto her and cover her bone before healing.]
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It's also enough to make her hand whole again! There's some other patches, like along her legs that are also missing flesh.]
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You know in your heart that this isn't the end. They'll die and continue to die, over and over and over. But it's okay. Everyone knows you'll always be there to fix them up, again and again, friendly and smiling. You'll figure out how to fix it all, even past the limitations of your powers. You will never need anyone else to look out for you - you can heal yourself, can't you? Never insinuate anything is needed or desired, nothing that could breed resentment over the power over the lives and deaths of others, the power you never asked for. You'll handle it all, again and again, smiling because at least you aren't helpless, at least you can do something.
Doesn't that make you happy?
Your character wakes up perfectly healed in a room. Their hangman game has been updated.
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he could take more off Izanagi, couldn't he? so he wouldn't have to work so hard.]