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TW for: body horror, regrown limbs

[A video comes alive to Amy Dallon, a frumpy looking girl with a mess of frizzy hair and pronounced tattoos standing back as she checks that it's all working. Peeking out behind her is a short young girl with a short wavy bob of blonde hair and a expression clearly meant to put a facade of professionalism over her bubbling excitement.

Amy adjusts it one more so that both her and Riley are fully in frame and then, stepping back, she clears her throat.]

So, um. With the mission happening in the next few days and uh, a lot of injuries being sustained in the last mission with the whole... curfew breaking... thing. [That SHE wasn't invited to, despite how crucial her powers could have been!! But whatever.] I've noticed that there's like - god, speak clearly. I've noticed that there's a lot of injuries that people have sustained either here or in their original world that seem to have gone unaddressed. So, I think I -

[The shorter and younger girl pipes up.]

We!

[Amy rolls her eyes, not entirely unfondly.]

We haven't been advertising our powers and their utility enough. If you've been injured or are suffering with something more, uh, longterm - then we can help. I have the ability to shape biological matter over a short process, so I can accelerate healing over scars, severed limbs, regrow organs, mend broken bones - that kind of thing. And Riley...

[She pipes up with a shrug.]

Pretty much the same thing, but I can't do it with just a touch. I need to actually cut you guys up and open, so I'm basically her sous-chef.

[Amy nods. Riley looks up at her, sticks out her arm, a small eager smile on her face. Amy looks down, grunts in what is probably supposed to come across as disapproval or reluctance but it's not very convincing.]

As an... example, of what we can do, we've prepared a perfectly safe demonstration. Um. Riley, go ahead.

[Riley grabs hold of her right arm with her left, and detaches the joints cleanly, taking what appears to be an entirely normal arm entirely off of her shoulder. It's clearly not a prosthetic by the way that it continues to twitch as the nerves react to no longer being connected to her body and brain, and like, the blood. Less blood than there probably should be but there's still definitely blood.]

And for our next trick... [She looks up at Amy with a grin as Amy places a hand on Riley's shoulder.

Slowly, skin and flesh begin to tie together, bone grows and restores. It's a process that takes about half a minute and it's visible for every disturbing moment as an arm is reshaped from blood, mucus and raw biological material into a fully functioning human limb. The arm is paler than the rest of Riley's body, the hand takes a bit longer to form, sprouting one miniscule bone at a time as Amy Dallon or Panacea recreates them out of practically nothing. Fingers proud on the palm of the hand one at a time, and at first one is shorter than it should be before with a light cracking sound, Amy starts to adjust it and sets it into place. There is no sign of anything other than a huge enthralled smile on Riley's face as she watches the arm form into place, and the concentration and focus on Amy's face doesn't stray into disgust or discomfort. On the contrary, this is the most at peace she's been since she got here.

The arm forms. Fully functioning and Amy steps back. Riley wiggles her fingers on her new arm before using both arms to break into jazz hands.] Ta-dah! Arms from torsos; way cooler than rabbits from hats.

[Amy barely suppresses the small smile that threatens to creep onto her face.] Um, so yeah. That's an example of what we can do, though it's not always that visible, that was an example so you'd know we're not like, exaggerating. Anyway either reach out or come visit my room in the apartments and we'll see what we can do for you. I'd encourage anyone to do a checkup since, it's kind of necessary in case there's any underlying issues.

[Amy gives an awkward smile, an awkward wave and then the expression drops.]

Uh, stop recording? Riley, I think the arm might be a little too offputti-

[And the video cuts off.]

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[ Ohhhhhkay... Adaine has seen some shit, over the course of her adventuring studies/career. But this is definitely a new one. ]

Does it, uh. Does it hurt?

[At least Amy looks more than a little mortified at this being all out in the open.]

I usually make it painless by suppressing pain receptors. At worst it's like, a kind of weird numb feeling before a sudden relief.

[She says "usually" because Riley Grace Davis is a fucking freak.]

[ what in the ACTUAL - ]

Wow. Good to know. [ jesus christ. ]

It's just an arm.

[Like, come on man.]

Thank you very much for the sudden rush of displeasing memories with your very visceral demonstrations. I appreciate your clear concern for the impact your desire to brag has on others.

[Amy stares up at her ceiling in despair and frustration. None of these people would survive a moment with Riley before she went back to going by that name. Hackjob comes to mind.]

1. This was our first draft that got suddenly released. I was going to suggest something more visceral.

2. It isn't about bragging. It's a demonstration to indicate that we're not talking about cuts and bruises like everyone seems to assume whenever I bring it up.

3. I don't really see how that's my responsibility.

1.) So you didn't plan your communications? That is certainly a way to present yourselves as thoughtful medical personnel capable of complex decision making.

2.) Replace 'to brag' with 'to assuage your insecurities', then. The statement stands.

3.) If you want to offer your services as a healer, you need to demonstrate some sense of awareness of the experiences of others. You are doing the opposite of that. People need to be able to have some trust in their healers - so far you're just demonstrating you'll use their experiences for shock value in order to feel good about yourself.

You're making a lot of arrogant assumptions about someone you know absolutely nothing about. I meant this wasn't the version that was meant to be published. We communicated ideas, we tried the arm in practice, I concluded that it was too visceral and would creep people out, the network or Echo or whatever published it anyway. That's how making a video works.

[There's a sort of euphoria in the realization she can just be mean here. She doesn't have to pretend like her healing ability makes her a kind and gentle soul.]

Here I thought that the point of a healer is to offer medical service and heal people - ideally keeping them from dying on your table, not to play act as a therapist or a babysitter or to read bedtime stories. I guess it doesn't matter how many people you let die through pure ineptitude so long as a stranger held their hand and pretended to give two shits first.

I don't care about your feelings or experiences. I don't know you. That's not my problem. This is what we can contribute to what seemed like a growing problem to both of us, and so we're trying to help people using the abilities we have. You aren't paying us a doctor's wage, you don't get to whine about us being inconsiderate to whatever your problem is considering I don't even know you.

So you didn't do this deliberately? Even though you're clearly addressing the public? This message differs a great deal from the previous clearly unintended moving picture delivered to us.

[Linhardt very much doubts that they didn't mean to show everyone this message, but there is the slight possibility he is wrong.]

You also are making assumptions. I need no lectures on the role of a healer and to be quite honest, no, I don't care about how people feel after they leave my care - much like I don't care how you feel about my opinion. I do care if they continue to cause problems by becoming mentally unstable or if they have such an unpleasant experience in the infirmary that they refuse treatment and spread diseases or end up being a drain on our resources. Your 'help' is creating more work for the other healers in the long term and assuming that they'll pick up the slack for the parts of healing you don't want to engage with - without asking us or securing agreement.

There is at least one person here who has missing body parts and several who are liable to associate sights like the one you just shared with events of extreme violence. Reminding people of those events randomly, without warning, in a time and place where they should be somewhat safe doesn't help their mental stability, and we have at least one person here who is struggling with keeping himself mentally whole. You could at least not have such severe myopia that it limits you to only considering medical issues you can cure.

[Mercedes clearly isn't helping Dimitri. Linhardt is far from friends with the man, but his own self-interest dictates that preventing the man from going insane would be beneficial.]

Furthermore, on a strategic level, I am disinclined to trust anyone who says they want to assist and then declares they don't care about the experiences of others. What is to stop you from dumping someone outside with half a leg because they asked you the wrong question?

Do you want to assist people or do you want to feel useful to keep the existential dread of your helplessness regarding the situation here at bay?

[And now she explodes. He doesn't even know what a vidoe is. What the fuck kind of healing is he offering, leeches??]

A. First. Draft. A first ATTEMPT. A practice run??? Are you seriously this fucking stupid or just deliberately obtuse? This wasn't THE VERSION that I meant to release. THE VERSION. As in THE VERSION of the "moving picture". Because we would have corrected THE ARM and replaced it with something less visceral and gory. Are you following or do I need to start doing charades for you to understand what I'm fucking saying.

And no. It's not that I'm not interested in the opinions or experiences of others, I'm just not interested in the opinions or experiences of others if they don't know what a draft or a video is or if they approach me in bad faith. I assumed you were a healer of some sort given the pretentious holier than thou attitude and the way you think you can lecture me on medical ettiquette. I just don't care.

Since you're insisting on arguing with me and continuing with these brainless assumptions though, I'm not taking moral responsibility for anyone that's set off by any amount of blood. That's a given and something they will need to work on considering the kinds of missions we get dropped into. What I will accept responsibility is that I should have given a more extensive prior warning over what we were about to do. That I'll apologize and take responsibility for, sure.

[Not in such a way that this person thinks she's apologizing to him mind you.

It grates on her, these complaints that frankly completely miss the mark. She has had to heal everyone, the most vile of people included, since she was fifteen years old. Rapists, human traffickers, Victoria's boyfriend. There wasn't and still isn't any room for her to break from that, to start considering who she wants to heal.]

I can safely say though that nobody has left my care so traumatized that they needed therapy because the treatment was just so horrifying. I've healed a few hundred thousand people and never once had a complaint beyond a snippy comment about "she seemed grumpy." [She has absolutely not kept count that high but it sounds satisfying. She's healed a lot of people is the point.] Everything I do is completely free and always has been, which factors in a considerable amount with the state of healthcare in my country. Almost all of what I do is completely invisible to the naked eye and I make sure they're not caught up in feeling it either, if it was something like this I'd generally put them to sleep with their permission. I've also never blocked anyone from treatment, even with some of the most vile people when I've really fucking wanted to, because it's my job.

I want to "assist people" because if we collectively work together to save our worlds then we have a better chance of it than squabbling and fighting amongst ourselves. I contribute what I have to offer, and others can contribute what they have to offer. It's the basic rule of cooperation, which is our only real weapon against an existential threat on this scale. So drop the sanctimonious horse shit. You don't know a single thing about me. Or even about modern medicine apparently.

[ For some reason, Linhardt is replying immediately, typing his response as he reads the incoming tirade. He has his answer partly composed - yes, they can do charades if that's her only way of actually communicating since she clearly doesn't understand that he's asking why they recorded the practice run at all if the technology is so unstable - but something he reads stops him in his tracks because it has to be wrong. Or hyperbole. Surely, it's hyperbole. The man looks down at the text he's composing, suddenly seeing it for the first time and then holding his thumb over the erasing button (which is so much more convenient than smudging away graphite) - forgoing continued hostilities in lieu of addressing something more important.]

How old are you?

Given our previous interactions, I should clarify I'm not asking to insult you or impugn your abilities. Something you said has to be hyperbole and I am doing the math to prove it to myself. Your age is a relevant variable. I am hoping you are much older than I think you are.

I'm glad you won't do this again.

[ That's all he actually cares about. Whether or not the two women hate him isn't relevant or important, and he doesn't need an apology. ]

[...What.

It kind of takes the wind out of her sails.]

19. I started when I was 15, massively lowered the amount of clients I was receiving when I was 17 for two years and then resumed doing the work on an even bigger scale several months before arriving here.

Since I assume that's what you're asking.

It is.

To what degree of magnitude was your earlier mention hyperbole?

[It has to be hyperbole. Otherwise, they need to have a very different conversation.]

[She can see where this conversation is going. Acknowledging that her situation is fucked (she knows). It grates on her all the same.]

It's probably a bit of an exaggeration. But I don't actually know the real numbers. I was seeing over a hundred patients every day officially and even more unofficially. In the wake of disasters sometimes even more. In the wake of the end of the world, way more.

Like I said. Nobody in my world can do what I can do. None that weren't active supervillains, and even then they couldn't do it at the scale that I can. [Like Riley or Jaime.

It only tracks that it all fell on her shoulders until she fell apart.]

I know the situation wasn't good. They knew the situation wasn't good. I don't really need pity if that's what you're going to offer.

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My feelings are approximately 5% pity, 5% judgement of you, 70% judgement of the people around you, and 20% an unspecified negative emotion that I haven't properly interpreted yet and am unlikely to as it causes me great discomfort.

I understand that your abilities are unique. That is why working you until you throw yourself off a high tower with no backup plan is moronic. Not to mention that if your abilities are unique then nobody will be able to tell if you're making mistakes, which becomes exponentially more likely the longer you're denied proper rest.

It sounds to me as though the people in charge of governing your world don't want to do their jobs and would rather rely on your guilt until you drown yourself in a river. They're idiots. If there are millions of people, then even if it takes a thousand people to replicate the scale of your work, it's still perfectly doable. If the ability itself is too rare, then people need to specialize in other forms of care and medicine, even if they are slower. We can heal broken bones immediately, but if we need to prioritize other matters, it is best for those with broken bones to have them set and wait for them to heal.

Setting aside those who are governing (as in my experience there are many people who want the power of governing with none of the responsibility), I am also heavily judging your family and friends if you have them. If you are alone, I am judging how the people around you prefer to exploit that vulnerability. They are not good people.

[Of course it's all right. Yes, she was exploited, yes her family were the ones doing most of it. The PRT had her on the side to heal all their wounded toy soldiers as they wound all of them up to go die in pointless battles against monsters that the greatest heroes of America had created in the confines of their own minds. Her family bought into all of it, made her life a living nightmare of stepping on eggshells to avoid triggering her mother's barely hidden contempt for her, to avoid being a problem for the family that she intruded on.

She's a horrible person. She knows that. Two feelings conflict inside of her, the one that knows what role her family played in everything that happened to her and everything that happened to her sister. And the other... the sharp knowledge of what she's done. The crystal clear memory of limbs splayed out in a nightmarish imitation of a human body repeated over and over, every inch of skin held up in deific glory. In love. In desperation.

And that side of her can't help but yearn for what she had before she ruined everything - because it was her that proved them all right, no matter how hard she was pushed by the Slaughterhouse Nine - by Riley - or by her family long before that, or even if she wanted to be particularly pathetic, by Lisa. It was her. The rot starts with her. And they let the red death in. And with it came darkness and decay. A brood parasite waiting to hatch.

There's a space of about ten minutes before she finally responds, settling on the anger she feels, not for herself or for the hypocrites and murderers she was raised to follow the example of, but for what she left in her wake.]

My family were heroes. They fought, and died to save millions of people. You don't know a single fucking thing about them.

If you talk about them like that again, I will turn you into something so grotesque nobody will even believe you were anything resembling human before I started.

[It doesn't really click for her that in saying this she's confirming that it was her family that made the choice, not the government. She might say that they always checked with her, but she was never going to say no.]

You're correct, I do not. Which is why I specified 'if you have them.' I understand it is an emotional topic and I won't bring them up again.

[ Clearly, if the woman had no family, it is not her family's fault that her wellbeing had not been looked after. The only reason Linhardt doesn't stop speaking altogether is because of the nature of the threat she makes - the curious areas of his mind are alight with questions and the slight chance of being turned into a monster has never stopped him from indulging his curiosity before. He doesn't see why it should now.]

Can you do that? Is that an extension of your displayed powers - that is, would you use my natural self and warp it beyond all recognition - or is it an entirely different ability? Does the monster created depend on the initial creature used as a base?

[Vaguely she recognizes there's a misunderstanding. It feels a bit wrong, as much of a relief as it is. Her family isn't dead. Not most of them. And she knows that a lot of responsibility rests on their shoulders for what happened to her, for how she turned out.

What distracts her is that reaction.]

What the fuck is wrong with you?

That depends on who you ask.

If you expected a shocked and horrified response, I will supply the context that I have seen people changed into monsters against their will, and it is a potential side effect of my own research. Therefore it is not a new or unusual threat. However, information about preventing such things is either non existent or hidden from us, so I asked you questions in hopes of understanding as I would like to prevent such transformations in the future.

Would you prefer me to scream into this device? That seems like it would be unpleasant. Or were you hoping for fear? I normally can control my fear response until I'm actively in danger of dying in the next five minutes.

[Sweet jesus.]

You balk at the sight of a little blood and skin growth but your response to the prospect of being turned into an I Have No Mouth And I Must Beg is to enquire into it with active curiosity. You're the weird one.

[Amy, you are absolutely the weird one.]

Yes, I can do that, and yes I could probably turn someone forced into that state back into their human body. That would be considerably harder, and I wouldn't be able to restore their mind, but yes.

A minor point of correction: I balked at waking out of a peaceful slumber to be confronted with someone having their arm ripped off. It reminded me of seeing limbs removed on the battlefield and needing to choose who to help and who would die calling for their mother. I did not mind the demonstration of your abilities - I'm aware of how healing knits together the inner workings of the body and while I still have little fondness for seeing humans looking like slaughtered animals, I have learned to temper that distaste.

I am very strange. Thank you for noticing - I do dislike when people consider me 'normal'.

That is understandable. I do not think I would mind being a monster, but most people would and eventually would go quite insane.

Would you need to know what their human body was like or would you be able to feel out the process of changing them back?

[Accelerator is just over here wondering how Willa's healing compares to this, and isn't at all put off by the gore.]

It would've been more useful for everyone to know about what you two can do sooner rather than later, but I guess this is better than just keeping it to yourselves.

What happens with the old limb? It just rots and dies off?

Yeah, I should have been more public about it rather than ineffectually offering it one by one. Whatever the mission turns out to be, I'll set up a proper clinic afterwards.

Actually I put it back on. It's an augmented limb we put together so it's better than a regular human arm in every way.

What I would do regularly if I had to get rid of a limb for whatever reason is recycle the biomatter into something workable for a later patient.

I wonder if Aurora would let you set up in the hospital. It'd be better than working out of your apartment.

[At least more official and less 'back alley surgery.']

Seriously? What the fuck did you make it out of? Do you always need some kind of biomass?

[He has so many questions!!]

She might. I also might set up my own place, just so it doesn't get overcrowded when new arrivals show up.

Generally speaking I use excess bodily fluids and turn them into tissue to start off with and then it gets a lot easier as I mostly just have to grow the limb from that base. Riley and I did some prep beforehand though so it wouldn't take like, ten minutes. I can solve most problems really quickly but restoring a whole limb takes a bit longer.

Plus random assholes aren't walking through your personal space.

Okay, so you need time to do your thing and something to start with. That's good to know. Any other limitations or restrictions that you're working with?

Brains.

Less of a hard limit nowadays but with other parts of the body, if something goes wrong I can just reverse it very easily. With brains, that's a lot harder.

[Half true as always.]

Oh, and I need to be able to touch them.

Makes sense.

[Brains are hardmode!! He knows this.]

So no remote healing? That would've been useful.

Sorry to disappoint. Others might be able to offer that.

Yeah, maybe.

[Something to test with Willa, given she has healing powers, too.]

I only know one other person here who can heal. You and the brat are the only ones who've advertised, as far as I know.

That was... visceral.

[And fascinating honestly.]

Healing where you are from looks vastly different from what it looks like where I'm from. How does that even work?

Sorry. Medicine kind of tends to be.

[Despite the apology, she looks vaguely frustrated rather than sincerely apologetic. Not that this message is the cause of that.]

This isn't like... the norm. This is just what I can do. You know what a superpower is?

I've seen my fair share of what medicine heals. No judgement here.

[She did just do a video with a child who... ripped off their own arm? That, honestly, was far more disturbing. The glee in which the younger person participated was interesting, to say the least. Claude gets the distinct feeling this person has not had very good responses to this demonstration.]

Sort of. I've met someone who is basically the a cloud in human shape who told me a bit about it. Where I'm from we would just call it magic or a Crest ability. Were you born being able to do that?

[She nods, a little relieved at the more cavalier attitude. Riley is disturbing. It comes with being a mostly reformed serial killer.]

No.

Well, sort of, but I won't get into that. I developed the power when I was fifteen - it was an evolution of my father's abilities that I inherited.

[It takes a lot to make Claude squeemish. Seeing humans turn into giant armored flesh-eating monsters on the regular will do that to a guy.]

Huh. That's fascinating. Is it common in your world for people to inherit powers from their predecessors?

[Were there other worlds that were similar to theirs when it came to what their bodies could learn through their blood?]

It's a fairly new phenomenon but yeah. Anyone born with a shard... that's what we call the things that grant humans powers... will pass it onto their offspring, generally slightly evolved.

How the powers themselves manifest largely depends on the individual and the event that made those powers awaken - usually caused by moments of extreme stress.

Are the shards physical things or are they something that is passed down in the blood or some other way?

We have something similar where I come from, actually. They're called Crests. They're also passed down through lineage, but it isn't a surefire thing for a child to inherit the power of a Crest in their family line.

Prior to uncovering what they really were, we called them "passengers." They're technically tiny parasites in our brain, or rather - they're part of an astronomically huge main body of a parasite that created these shards of itself and they spread across the human race, mutating into a parahuman's offspring.

It's sort of a whole... complicated story that we only very recently uncovered. [That she uncovered and not Lisa, fuck you Lisa.]

Are Crests like, a biological thing then? If it's magic I'm afraid I don't quite know how that interacts with my areas of expertise.

[The fact that this person could talk about brain parasite so casually was astounding.]

So a creature that lives in the brains of your parents was able to influence how you developed in the womb? Do you have a brain parasite, too? Do both parents need to have the parasite for it to be given to the children?

Yeah, it's inherited. The Crests are thought to be in our blood and are thought to be gifts inherited from ancient warriors that were blessed by the Goddess. There is a lot of religion from where I come from that, if you ask me, obscures a lot of what probably really happened. [It's freeing to be able to say that out loud and not have to worry about being tried by the church as a heretic.]

There is still a lot we don't know about Crests. Some people back home have dedicated their lives to learning about them and understanding how they work. I've read some works, but I am no expert. Someone from my world who knows more about them is here though. I can introduce you if you want.

And honestly? I don't know that there is too big of a difference. If what you were talking about happened in my home, we would call it magic.

Can you fix shit that never developed right?

Yep.

Unless it's a brain. That's a lot more complicated.

So, ( hold on a second, he's going to take off his jacket. his shirt already has two massive slits in the back of it, showing the small bits of skin, bone, and connected feathers that frame his spine in three rows. ) could you fix this? 'cause it's annoying as hell.

[She nods, unbothered. Certainly weird but nothing she hasn't already been desensitized to.]

Pretty easily, I think, unless there's some kind of magic blocking me from it. That's the only problem I've had thus far.

I'm not magic, so.

( a loose lift of his shoulders. )

Whenever you've got a minute. If you wouldn't mind.

[ This isn't.. too surprising, considering what Fabian has seen from Amy before. And it's not like he hasn't seen stranger or more gross things in his life. Maybe that's why he doesn't sound incredibly shocked or anything, but apparently he's still feeling enough to speak up with-- ]

Alright, there is no way the arm thing wasn't just to brag. People would have believed it even without that! [ Says the boy who loves to brag. Who always brags. Ssshh.. ]

Riley's idea. [So if it was a brag it wasn't one that Amy (the picture of humility) made herself.] You'd also be surprised, honestly.

Sure, maybe back in a normal world. [ Fabian, your world is absolutely anything but normal, my dude. Just for the record. ]

But so many strange things happen all the time here. Would those people really start to draw the line at this? If so, they still have a lot of surprises waiting for them here. I thought that entire thing with the stuffed animals was much stranger than growing limbs.

[ Though maybe less gross.

Then again, Fabian is kind of used to gore at this point, which is why he's giving a relatively desensitized reply like this.. ]

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