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Post by forge on Aug 15, 2006 4:35:50 GMT -5
Her touch was welcome, and did a lot to calm his nerves. Unfortunately it was so comforting he almost started to cry, the gates of emotion spilling open… but there was Bishop. Lucas Bishop’s tears could cure cancer – but he never cried. Ever.
He coughed a bit, and looked back at her. “Wait, a mutant who can heal?” He asked, trying to not let the excitement build. “Think he could…” Grow my leg back, was left unsaid.
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Post by Storm on Aug 15, 2006 5:33:39 GMT -5
Storm was well aware of what kind of edge Forge must be on right now. Probably she shouldn't have held his gaze; but she was always straightforward, and so she looked him in the eye anyway. It must do more good than harm.
"Heal, yes." She glanced down at the empty place where his leg should have been. "But regenerate..." Her head tilted helplessly to the side, white hair curving over one shoulder. It was possible, sure - she had seen mutant powers beyond imagining - but she doubted it. Even a mutant would need existing matter to work from, and in his case that matter did not exist any more. "I would think not. But may I ask him in anyway, for the wound?"
Not that the man needed more visitors, but what an injury he must have sustained! She tried not to imagine the Juggernaut ripping his leg off. She wasn't entirely successful, although she tried not to show that it was making her slightly ill.
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Post by forge on Aug 15, 2006 12:08:57 GMT -5
Forge nodded slowly. Of course… healing was one thing, regeneration another. He’d played enough Dungeons and Dragons to know that.
“Yeah… definitely, if he could heal it up… still hurts like a sonofabitch. I’m incredibly doped up right now, and it still burns. He, uhhh, he..” Forge couldn’t quite finish explaining what exactly had happened to his leg. It had been slow enough for him to remember in explicit detail… not that he ever forgot anything in the first place.
The idea of a mutant that could walk up and poof-be-heal any wound was fascinating. What a step in modern medicine! Could he heal infections… diseases? Could the man cure cancer? Also, what would probably take months to fully recover from, the man may be able to do in minutes. It was… amazing.
(ooc bring on the healin!)
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Post by lixer on Aug 15, 2006 13:08:32 GMT -5
Josh had been silent since Bobby's parents had shown up, obviously not happy with their son's condition (that condition being mutancy, not unconciousness). That's how my parents will react, he thought to himself, dreading having to go home and tell them what he was as he glowed gold. It's not really so bad, mom, he thought he might say, I really am your golden boy now. His mother was going to break down.
So instead of following the awkward four-some upstairs, Foley instead followed Storm to the next room, where the man inside was at least concious and trying to joke around, even if the sheets looked a little disconcerting where his leg aught to be. And then a thought occured to Josh and his eyes widdened in fear as he heard Storm talking about their new 'healer'.
They can't expect me to heal THAT!
Still, he took a step forward, willing himself to face this as he had always faced things. Peer pressure maybe, or need to show off. "I'm Foley... Josh. The one she was talking about..." He was nervous , but managed to keep his voice from showing much of it. "I could, uh, try. But no guarantees, man. I've never really done this before."
He hung back for a moment, gave a look to Storm who looked confident in his abilities, and then turned back to Forge. "Uh, what's your name?" He had a thing about healing people he didn't know.
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Post by forge on Aug 15, 2006 13:19:02 GMT -5
Forge smiled up at the nervous young man. He had some blood spatter on him, but otherwise looked like a respectably dressed suburban guy. Maybe the kind of guy who was the quarterback of his high school football team… but he was golden. That would probably set off a few problems in his life. He looked oddly out of place, and nervous, like this was his first time around injured people… which was odd, considering.
“hey man,” he said, as comforting as possible. He’d been nervous himself the first time he was around death and injury… but that was in Kosovo, and he’d been a marine. “Relax… its cool. Just do what you can. My name’s Bandero, but they call me Forge, on account of what I can do with my abilities. Have a crazy superhero name yet?”
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Post by Storm on Aug 15, 2006 15:30:10 GMT -5
Storm stepped back from Forge's bedside as the newcomer entered, and gave him a nod. She stood off to one side, watching.
When she saw that things would go well, she put up a hand in a quiet wave to Forge, and let herself out of the room. She felt good physically, but emotionally she was beginning to waver. She needed the comfort and safety of her room.
Storm didn't want to see anyone after the disaster of Baltimore. She took the back ways upstairs.
[OOC: And I'm off!]
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Post by lixer on Aug 16, 2006 12:41:17 GMT -5
Bandero. Well, he'd never heard that name before, but at least he didn't feel like he was healing a stranger now. Plus, the guy seemed nice enough, not like he'd rip Foley's head off if he messed up the healing or anything.
Have a crazy superhero name yet?
Super...what? Superhero? That's what these people thought of themselves as? As superheros? Josh was fairly sure every super hero he'd ever heard about had never come away from a battle leg-less. But whatever made it easier to cope with this mutation thing he'd let the guy have.
"Nope, no super-hero name yet," Josh said, mentally preparing himself to use his mutation again, and tenitively reached out. As his fingertips touched Forge's arm, he was smacked in the brain with an biologic map unlike the other three he'd seen that day. There was a huge reserve of energy that had recently been tampered with, to say nothing of the missing limb. It took less than a second for him to figure out what needed to be done, and his concious dived into the other body, leaving his face starring blankly at the bed, eyes distant and unseeing.
Where the doctors had stiched, Foley instead built. Built new tissues, fresh tissues, so there would be no scarring. The blood vessels that had been tied off were instead melded together, giving him full circulation in his leg again. The extra blood, the bruising, the dead and broken cells were reabsorbed. Bone fragments were reconnected and smoothed, and the skin grew together around the end of the tear, so that the freshness of the injury was gone, and only the freshness of the memory remained.
And as quickly as he'd dove out of himself, Foley was back in his own body, eyes blinking and wobbling from side to side slightly as he got used to his own balance again. At least he hadn't been shoved backwards this time - maybe he was getting better at this?
"Feel better?"
God he was tired now.
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Post by forge on Aug 16, 2006 14:25:14 GMT -5
Forge couldn’t believe it. He stared incrediously down at his leg, pulling back the sheets enough to look at the end of it. It was perfectly sealed… as if he had been an amputee for years. He looked back up at the golden boy, and back at his stump, speechless.
Bishop was also as speechless, staring intently at the place where his leg was… now just a stump barely 6 inches away from his pelvis.
Forge looked as if about to tear up, but managed to fight it back once more. God the day had been so… emotional.
“Hey…” He said, looking up at the kid. “That was amazing, man. I mean… Jesus. Like the freakin’ elixir of life.”
He couldn’t help but stare at the wound in an almost morbid fascination. Then he looked back up. “Hey man, you look like shit. You should probably go get some shut eye… My room’s down the hall if you want to crash there. Only slept there twice. This is my third day on the job.”
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Post by Admin on Aug 16, 2006 20:38:45 GMT -5
"Third day on the job and you got this?" That did absolutely nothing to help Foley want to stay at this mansion and be a superhero like the rest of them. That was one hell of a signing bonus. But he nodded at the suggestion for bed gratefully. "Thanks, man, I could use alot of sleep right about now. Here's to hoping I wake up normal again."
Maybe that was it. Maybe this was just some strange dream, or some one-day-only affair with being a mutant. He'd wake up tommorrow tan and blonde, but no longer glowing gold, and he wouldn't be able to see every little hurt and pain in someone's body everytime he touched them.
"I, uh, hope you feel better tommorrow," he said lamely, not really expecting the guy to feel any differently tommorrow, even if the healing wasn't some strange day-only glitch in his biology. Foley turned and booked it out of the room as fast as politely possible, and managed to find Forge's room without much difficulty. It was strewn with equipment and weapons and projects, but he ignored them as he cleared off the bed and layed down to get some much-needed sleep.
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