RE: Masks 2
07-25-2021, 09:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-25-2021, 09:58 PM by Anomaly.)
Theraea stared in horror as a good two-thirds of the group was wiped by the deadly corpse explosion. What was she going to do about this? She didn't have healing powers! Or any sort of medical training! Maybe she could summon help from another timeline? But who would actually answer that call? Theraea still flapped down from the sky, to at least try to figure out what to do, but this was far beyond her.
---
Well.
The kaiju was gone. That was something. Shame the heroes were dying too.
Someone should do something about that.
A figure descended from her vantage point atop a nearby building, silhouetted by the sun above. A tall woman with a massive pair of white, feathery wings, dressed in protective gear that looked more suited to a hospital than a warzone. Her black hair was pulled back in a short ponytail, she wore a large rebreather on her face, and if you stared at her just a little too long you might find it hard to focus on how many eyes she had. Two, right? Surely it was just two.
Standing in the midst of the blood-and-acid-stained battlefield, there stood one that few now would recognize as Dr. Emily Hartmann. A hero of the robot war of 2018, who quickly faded into obscurity afterward - receiving, at best, side character status in some corporate superhero media. A doctor was on the scene.
And it was time for some triage.
With a beat of her wings, Emily rushed her way, first, to Candy. She knelt down, placing a hand by her grievous wounds, and a blindingly golden light began to pour from her hand. In mere moments, the six spines impaling Candy ejected themselves and clattered to the ground, one-by-one. The gaping holes left behind, as the light poured into them, began to seal shut. Bone mended as though it had never been broken. Blood vessels and musculature grew back into place. Punctured organs knitted together, ruined nerve endings grew back, and the skin closed over each wound without leaving so much as a scar. Confident that this one would now live, Emily moved on.
Finn was next. Emily quickly removed the spine from her chest and suffused her, too, with that healing light. The most critical injuries, those in her chest, healed first, before the light diffused outward to her limbs. With distressing (but strangely painless) cracking, the bones twisted themselves back into the proper shape before becoming whole again, from the inside out. With any luck, Finn wasn't lucid enough to really take in the experience of a femur un-breaking itself. Emily couldn't do anything about the ruined armor, but Finn would live.
Next came the Demon. Emily actually knew her, which was a bit of a shock. Not a lot of the old heroes left these days. Well, this one would live. Emily, as usual, healed her chest wound first. Next came the arm roughly torn off at the shoulder - unpleasant, sure, but not unfixable. Surrounded in a glowing light, the bone began to grow outward once more, followed by layers of musculature, blood vessels, and skin, each traveling in sequence from shoulder to hand. This seemed a little more taxing on Emily than the other injuries, but when she was done, the Demon's arm was restored, good as new.
Harpwn got much the same treatment as the Demon, although regenerating a leg was somewhat more of an arduous process than an arm. Just a question of mass, and legs are, you know, big.
Next to receive treatment were the unnamed resistance fighters, whose injuries were mostly limited to impalement rather than catastrophic limb removal. They may have been redshirts, but dammit, redshirts aren't obligated to die!
Emily walked up to Folly, gave her some healing to the shoulder, and helped her to her feet. Her injury wasn't as serious as the rest. Still bad, but not, like, dramatically bad.
The life-threatening injuries dealt with, Emily rushed to attend to Orla. It was obvious that she'd heal on her own, eventually, but her current state must have been agonizing. Emily gave her a good dose of healing, as well, accelerating the process significantly and easing the worst of the pain in the process.
Finally, she approached Ezren, and offered him healing - though she could tell he didn't really seem to need it. Still, no need to be rude.
When she was done, Emily took a knee, breathing heavily. Healing that many people that quickly took a lot out of her, and she needed to catch her breath, thank you very much. At least she'd managed to arrive in time - today, the heroes would live.
---
Well.
The kaiju was gone. That was something. Shame the heroes were dying too.
Someone should do something about that.
A figure descended from her vantage point atop a nearby building, silhouetted by the sun above. A tall woman with a massive pair of white, feathery wings, dressed in protective gear that looked more suited to a hospital than a warzone. Her black hair was pulled back in a short ponytail, she wore a large rebreather on her face, and if you stared at her just a little too long you might find it hard to focus on how many eyes she had. Two, right? Surely it was just two.
Standing in the midst of the blood-and-acid-stained battlefield, there stood one that few now would recognize as Dr. Emily Hartmann. A hero of the robot war of 2018, who quickly faded into obscurity afterward - receiving, at best, side character status in some corporate superhero media. A doctor was on the scene.
And it was time for some triage.
With a beat of her wings, Emily rushed her way, first, to Candy. She knelt down, placing a hand by her grievous wounds, and a blindingly golden light began to pour from her hand. In mere moments, the six spines impaling Candy ejected themselves and clattered to the ground, one-by-one. The gaping holes left behind, as the light poured into them, began to seal shut. Bone mended as though it had never been broken. Blood vessels and musculature grew back into place. Punctured organs knitted together, ruined nerve endings grew back, and the skin closed over each wound without leaving so much as a scar. Confident that this one would now live, Emily moved on.
Finn was next. Emily quickly removed the spine from her chest and suffused her, too, with that healing light. The most critical injuries, those in her chest, healed first, before the light diffused outward to her limbs. With distressing (but strangely painless) cracking, the bones twisted themselves back into the proper shape before becoming whole again, from the inside out. With any luck, Finn wasn't lucid enough to really take in the experience of a femur un-breaking itself. Emily couldn't do anything about the ruined armor, but Finn would live.
Next came the Demon. Emily actually knew her, which was a bit of a shock. Not a lot of the old heroes left these days. Well, this one would live. Emily, as usual, healed her chest wound first. Next came the arm roughly torn off at the shoulder - unpleasant, sure, but not unfixable. Surrounded in a glowing light, the bone began to grow outward once more, followed by layers of musculature, blood vessels, and skin, each traveling in sequence from shoulder to hand. This seemed a little more taxing on Emily than the other injuries, but when she was done, the Demon's arm was restored, good as new.
Harpwn got much the same treatment as the Demon, although regenerating a leg was somewhat more of an arduous process than an arm. Just a question of mass, and legs are, you know, big.
Next to receive treatment were the unnamed resistance fighters, whose injuries were mostly limited to impalement rather than catastrophic limb removal. They may have been redshirts, but dammit, redshirts aren't obligated to die!
Emily walked up to Folly, gave her some healing to the shoulder, and helped her to her feet. Her injury wasn't as serious as the rest. Still bad, but not, like, dramatically bad.
The life-threatening injuries dealt with, Emily rushed to attend to Orla. It was obvious that she'd heal on her own, eventually, but her current state must have been agonizing. Emily gave her a good dose of healing, as well, accelerating the process significantly and easing the worst of the pain in the process.
Finally, she approached Ezren, and offered him healing - though she could tell he didn't really seem to need it. Still, no need to be rude.
When she was done, Emily took a knee, breathing heavily. Healing that many people that quickly took a lot out of her, and she needed to catch her breath, thank you very much. At least she'd managed to arrive in time - today, the heroes would live.