[ wielding his new RECKLESS PASS (tm) he's here now and ... hm. abandoned store or regular stores... he'll try the abandoned one first? gotta commit to this. ]
[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 Skylark.
He’s unconscious but evidently breathing - which is odd, considering his chest cavity is open and clearly missing a set of lungs.
And to top it off - whether or not your character intends to help, they have their own wounds to worry about. The 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...
TIME TO GET TO WORK ... can he numb the body of Lark first? he only needs one arm for that, right? that first, then... he supposes he'll have to tear an arm off a dead body, won't he. but he's gotta make sure it's really DEAD first. ]
[ sorry, corpses, especially the one in particular he picked. he doesn't like to defile, but he's gonna have to do some unzipping to make you a brand new organ donor in a second. ]
[He does indeed need to have an open wound to shove the arm on and have it take. But it will heal with only a thin line of a scar where the pieces were attached.]
As his chest is closed up once more, Lark's breathing seems to steady, slow and even.
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 Skylark.
He’s unconscious but evidently breathing - which is odd, considering his chest cavity is open and clearly missing a set of lungs.
And to top it off - whether or not your character intends to help, they have their own wounds to worry about. The 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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TIME TO GET TO WORK ... can he numb the body of Lark first? he only needs one arm for that, right? that first, then... he supposes he'll have to tear an arm off a dead body, won't he. but he's gotta make sure it's really DEAD first. ]
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so- healing himself for now so he doesn't bleed right out. sometimes he can kinda think of himself. still keeping an eye on Lark, though. ]
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let's go that route. onehandedly. really digging in here SORRY DEAD FRIEND??? ]
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He can certainly get himself some lungs this way, though.]
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sorry dead friend, gonna do the same to grab an arm. the appropriate one, even! ]
... Sorry.
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What are you doing with those, Okitsu.]
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but he's gotta get it open to do that, yes? LEGIT THE FIRST TIME I'VE PLAYED WITH FLESHCRAFT OOPS ]
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time to get the arm back in position for heals! sometimes you have experience with things being healed on improperly and that's just
that sticks with you is all. ]
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Lark's turn! a brand new PAIR OF
SHOESLUNGS FOR THE HOLIDAYS all in position in that wide open cavity. ]Re: Mall
He can probably close him up and call it good. Fleshcrafting is just so much fun, isn't it?]
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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.