( log five | closed | a butterfly before it flies )

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Who: Katydid and a city in Cumbria (dedikated and tongueamok)
What: Just two neighbours. Using their powers. Planning things.
Where: Spire 4, the disaster floor (floor eight) - Carlisle's apartment.
When: Slightly backdated to the 7th.
Warnings: Nothing atm, but maybe later? IDK! Plans. Plans involving Kate. AKA disaster zone.


[ God, she's glad for the flow of her powers in her body again. If not for the constant reminder of what she did, at least for the fact that she feels whole again.

She can, at least, bear the guilt a little better with the ability to run across rooftops regained, with all her jumping and agility skills back to their full potential.

And she has... well, better ideas than the last ones. If she can get Carlisle to agree to them.

Hence the knocking on his door and the armful of papers with notes on them. ] Hey, you in? [ Why is she asking that he's always in ]

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[ ... is anybody really surprised? nah.

she lets him talk and considers this for a moment. really, she would much rather keep this at least semi-quiet until they're ready to be shown. fewer questions, less doubt. that kind of thing. ] You have someone in mind? [ she could, technically, test it on clinic patients but Dagny is already in her head, lecturing about ethics in testing and talking about designing proper experiments with a pool of participants-

it would just be easier to stab herself a few times and see what happens. ]

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Well, I'm not about to call anyone I know and ask, "How are you? Would you like to be wounded in the name of research?"

[... Yes, it would just be easier to stab herself at this point.]

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[ yep. because- ] Hard enough getting people to agree to have their powers observed. [ and that was when people didn't know her enough to hate her tbh. ] Few more scars won't hurt.

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I don't leave scars.

[O f f e n d e d.]

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[ carlisle you should really see yourself when you make that face. ] Point. [ seriously, she did not expect things to heal over that burn mark, but he managed it. ] We agreed? [ make these, she stabs herself a few times to test them, etc? ]

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[He lets out a long-suffering sigh.]

Fine. But don't accidentally do yourself in with that thing.

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[ so little faith, carlisle. c'mon, she survived Silent Hadriel. stabbing herself is reasonably simple. if not painful and disgusting. ] Mmhm. [ back to business. ] Channel some healing power. [ at least try to make it sound like a request you rude bitch. ]

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[Another sigh, this one stifled as he pulls his hands through the holes in the palms of his gloves, stretching the fabric over his fingers and back to his wrists. He places his hands together, awaiting her self-inflicted injury, channeling a little bit of energy between his hands for the time being.

His nose wrinkles as he grit his teeth; without a wound to heal, the unfocused energy stings him, sending that burning feeling his patients usually get into his hands instead.]

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[ Actually, she can see slight variants in the flow of power just like this. But it requires seeking out and it is - logically - better to see a power fully focused.

So... fine. It looks like her initial idea was best. Kate relaxes her hand and pushes back a shudder and stutter, inhales sharply through her teeth and bites back the increasing heart rate.

Fuck, that hurts. Especially when you have to really dig into her skin to break it as she does. ] Fuck me.

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You're the one who opted to injure herself.

[He hisses through his teeth, the searing sensation between his palms getting downright painful.]

Whenever you're ready with those spectacles of yours.

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[ They're in place okay. ] Go for it. [ She's just... going to concentrate intensely on your healing rather than the injury. For power purposes, and not because blood churns her stomach. ]

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[Carlisle places his hands around the wound, though with the buildup he was holding, he almost doesn't need to. He hardly makes contact before the energy jumps from his hands, racing to the wound with nearly no guidance from the healer himself. The injury starts closing up, taking only a second before it is completely gone.

Whoops, that... might have been a little fast. Even Carlisle looks a little surprised.]

Did you see it? It's, er... not usually over so quickly.

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[ Well, it was intensely bright, that's for sure. She wonders, briefly, if the enchantment will work like that - all stored up and rushing forward.

... She might have to make sure that it doesn't just evaporate into the wound, that the power can be let out slowly.

That was going to be fiddly. Fun. ] Yeah. [ She takes her glasses off and places them on the table, rubbing her eyes free of the light that burns into them. ] Anything else I need to know? [ About your powers, or anything similar? ]

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[A frown crosses him as Kate rubs her eyes.]

Sorry. Gathering it in my hands like that beforehand is really something better saved for major injuries, if ever. It's easier to lose my grasp on it when it's so concentrated.

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[ EHH she has dealt with worse, although not for a long time. ] It's fine. Asked you to do it. [ S h r u g ] Used to know people who were that bright without storing up power. [ Okay, she loves Faith, but god she does not miss having to wear her sunglasses around the woman. ]

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I see.

[Oh right, she asked a question.]

I'm not sure what else there would be to know about healing, other than it does take more concentration and energy to manipulate through those who aren't human.

[Glacius. He means Glacius.]

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[ Well, she does remember shades of that when he healed her. Unless that coughing was normal. ]

This isn't going to make your cough worse, is it?

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My—? [It takes him a second to figure out what she's talking about.]

Oh. Oh, ah, no. That's a condition of sorts that I have. It comes and goes and, ah. Passes easily enough.

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[ HMMM ]

If you're sure. [ She's concerned, okay, but she'll play it off with a shrug.

Still- she'll keep an eye on that. ]

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[Just going to skip past that entire conversation.]

I, um. Am not sure how to have you examine some of my other abilities. I assume warding off the undead would look about like healing, given the process is nearly the same. And we don't exactly have a spare corpse lying around for me to scry.

[Or he hopes they don't.]

Though such scrying can be applied to an unconscious person, as well, though I think we truly would need a third party for that.

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[ who needs conversations when you can have things unsaid? Certainly not Kate. She just... waits for his explanations and eventually nods, slowly. ]

Alright. [ HMM ] We could start now, if you want. [ She could at least try a few initial enchantments, once she's gotten around to thinking of them. It would require a bit of note scribbling and thought, though. Guaranteed boredom. ]

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All right. [Not mentioning his cursed abilities at all, and he is thankful for that.] What should I do first?

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[ She's already working on the notes she's made, looking over things and crossing out pieces to replace them with new details. ] You got an item you won't miss? Summat non-magical. [ Hell, a random mug would do. It would probably survive, but it's best not to use anything you're really going to miss in early stages of creation. ]

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Er. I suppose.

[He gets to his feet and heads to the kitchen, coming back with an empty wine bottle.]

Will this do?

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[ She glances up and nods, reaching for it. ] Great. [ It is unlikely that something would go wrong enough to break it anyway, so a wine bottle is a perfect start.

She's just going to tap away. It seems a much longer process than the sunglasses did. Sorry about all the drawn out silence, Carlisle. She's engrossed. ]