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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
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"Thank you, Lucifer," she murmurs to the dragon, taking the needle between her paws. She hesitates, glancing at the medical thread beside her as tries to consider the best way to go about this. Her worries dissipate as she feels a familiar tinge of magic whisper in her ear, guiding her actions as she feels her breaths deepen and soften into her chest. With one slow, steady exhale she looked at the needle and focuses; she sees the medal, thin and tiny, rise above her flesh into the open air. The feeling is familiar to her elemental abilities, yet different in strange ways she cannot begin to describe. Nevertheless, she knows that she can control her magic enough for what she needs to do.
She says nothing as she uses her magic to cause the thread to coil through the air before looping into the needle and tying itself into a knot. Rosemary thinks that, were she to inform anyone this is the first time she's been able to use telekinesis with this degree of accuracy... well, she doesn't want to frighten anyone. Her own worries, gnawing away in the back of her mind, are enough for all of them.
As she leans in front of Goldie's wounds, she glances at her brother for a moment; he is the only one she knows that has water magic, and she wants his skills to assist. "Pincher, can you try to minimize her bleeding while I work? Either with blood-bending - if you can - or by washing away the excess," she asks him, and then glancing at her team. If he can't, she wants them to; though her mind is a bit... scattered, with the zen focus on the needle and thread as well as too many people talking. Glancing at Paper, she asks, "Just stay back and keep watch out for predators." They did need someone on guard duty - this much blood might attract all the wrong attention.
Now, finally, her gaze turns back to Goldie's exposed spine. She swallows thickly, her breathing shaking but still deep and strong. She places her paws on the wound, physically manipulating the flesh into the position she wants it to be in. "Someone with clean paws, help me hold this in place," she murmurs to her medical team, though her gaze doesn't leave the ugly wound. She wants to shave the extra fur away, keep it from getting stuck in the wound, but she doubts a knife is close enough for her purposes; besides, the excess fur will be a bitch to clean up and they're already running out of time. She abandons the thoughts.
With a sharp inhale, the needle lurches up in the air before dipping and attempting to zig-zag through Goldie's flesh. Her precision is remarkable, considering she lacks thumbs and just discovered this ability now. Though she tries not to think about how much pain it might cause Goldie - if the girl's nervous system isn't completely shot to hell from this terrible wound.
[/td][/tr][/table]She says nothing as she uses her magic to cause the thread to coil through the air before looping into the needle and tying itself into a knot. Rosemary thinks that, were she to inform anyone this is the first time she's been able to use telekinesis with this degree of accuracy... well, she doesn't want to frighten anyone. Her own worries, gnawing away in the back of her mind, are enough for all of them.
As she leans in front of Goldie's wounds, she glances at her brother for a moment; he is the only one she knows that has water magic, and she wants his skills to assist. "Pincher, can you try to minimize her bleeding while I work? Either with blood-bending - if you can - or by washing away the excess," she asks him, and then glancing at her team. If he can't, she wants them to; though her mind is a bit... scattered, with the zen focus on the needle and thread as well as too many people talking. Glancing at Paper, she asks, "Just stay back and keep watch out for predators." They did need someone on guard duty - this much blood might attract all the wrong attention.
Now, finally, her gaze turns back to Goldie's exposed spine. She swallows thickly, her breathing shaking but still deep and strong. She places her paws on the wound, physically manipulating the flesh into the position she wants it to be in. "Someone with clean paws, help me hold this in place," she murmurs to her medical team, though her gaze doesn't leave the ugly wound. She wants to shave the extra fur away, keep it from getting stuck in the wound, but she doubts a knife is close enough for her purposes; besides, the excess fur will be a bitch to clean up and they're already running out of time. She abandons the thoughts.
With a sharp inhale, the needle lurches up in the air before dipping and attempting to zig-zag through Goldie's flesh. Her precision is remarkable, considering she lacks thumbs and just discovered this ability now. Though she tries not to think about how much pain it might cause Goldie - if the girl's nervous system isn't completely shot to hell from this terrible wound.
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I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?