So, let me guess... you dressed as a pirate at least once? [He drawled that, thinking he was right because it sounded like a lot of these stories were about blending in and sniffing out clues and some such.
He used his hands to nudge and urge 76 to sit forward a few inches so that he could shift more in behind the younger man. He was, of course, keying in to the corruption but also how it blended in with the peppered necrosis of his bullet. Scatter shot like that was always messy, and lesser men would have died from it, let alone carried on.
For him, it had been nearly three years since he had inflicted this injury, so it had mostly passed out of his mind. Now that he was seeing it again and focusing on it, he was keenly aware of the fight. If he closed his eyes, he could feel 76's flesh around the fragments. They weren't metal after all; they were pieces of himself, trapped in the spaces around cells, draining life to maintain themselves.
Oh what he could do with this...]
Ana never did have the fine hands for suturing. [He was pulling out a knife and set to work removing the sutures. They weren't helpful.] Stay still. These are only pulling these days.
[He paused mid-motion over one suture.] I can heal this where Ziegler failed....
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Date: 2021-12-01 12:55 am (UTC)From:He used his hands to nudge and urge 76 to sit forward a few inches so that he could shift more in behind the younger man. He was, of course, keying in to the corruption but also how it blended in with the peppered necrosis of his bullet. Scatter shot like that was always messy, and lesser men would have died from it, let alone carried on.
For him, it had been nearly three years since he had inflicted this injury, so it had mostly passed out of his mind. Now that he was seeing it again and focusing on it, he was keenly aware of the fight. If he closed his eyes, he could feel 76's flesh around the fragments. They weren't metal after all; they were pieces of himself, trapped in the spaces around cells, draining life to maintain themselves.
Oh what he could do with this...]
Ana never did have the fine hands for suturing. [He was pulling out a knife and set to work removing the sutures. They weren't helpful.] Stay still. These are only pulling these days.
[He paused mid-motion over one suture.] I can heal this where Ziegler failed....