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ontologicallyTW 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.]
(This is a shared post betweenontologically and beagoodgirl, so commenters will get responses from both!)
[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.]
(This is a shared post between
ontologically and beagoodgirl, so commenters will get responses from both!)
