No, we don't- we can't stop that kind of blood loss. And we... don't have painkillers.
I could... put it back to normal. But I'd have to- I'd need to take control of your body it's something I hate doing and it's uncomfortable and wrong and gross but I can fix it that way.
-Has to take a deep breath to calm herself down-
...I won't look at anything. I can just... go in and put it back. Then I can leave.
-Julie goes limp-
-And her body slumps forward face first onto the floor-
-graceful-
-Speerit Julie flies into Clara-
-And very quickly and roughly wrests control of her body away from her-
-Clara lurches backwards without any input, but Julie assumes control after a half second-
-Holds up the offending arm despite the fucknasty pain-
-With a cracking noise, the bone slides back into the arm-
-It makes another one as the bone reattaches itself-
-Then the skin mends itself-
-I have already put in a long and unnecessary description of this so-
-Julie exits Clara and goes back to her own body-
Wonder if you could use it to throw stuff at people.
It doesn't seem like there's a lot to be changed.
(you now have one (1) unconscious but breathing and perfectly healthy Clara)
(though, during the process, you may have accidentally peeked at a memory)
(of sitting at a table in a library of sorts, reading a book)
(and being approached by a girl that looks like a younger Caster, her hair in twintails)
...Guess not. I dunno, I'd have to be one of the engineers to see... But I mean, none of them are ever gonna have a family or a facsimile of a normal life, probably... So there's that...
. . . . .
(Is relieved that she's okay now, but... ghhhh...)
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Um...
Here.
-opens up her email-
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