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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Dec 28, 2016 12:54:16 GMT
Herbert blinked at her, his heart doing a little jumping jack, before getting what she said. "Got it," he did the little 'chick' sound with his mouth and then realised that sounded lame, blushed and just hoisted her up into his arms. "Sorry for that. Erm, where;s the medical centre? Do we even have one?"
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Post by Plague Doctor on Dec 28, 2016 12:57:41 GMT
"And whilst I may be a doctor, in training mind you, I'm not sure I'm much use at the moment" He held up his arm to shield himself from the dust and twigs thrown up by Herb's arrival. "Oh, by the way, here's your bacon wrap" he said, reaching into his coat and pulling out a still warm, foil wrapped cylinder.
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Post by UraharaSteph on Dec 28, 2016 13:02:06 GMT
Aurora's eyes twinkled at the foil and she reached out for it. “You're a God-send, thank you. How much do I owe you?” She then looked at Herbert and tapped to wrapped up wrap against her chin in thought. “I don't... do you think they will still be at the accommodation centre? Or maybe they have something set up at the square now?”
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Dec 28, 2016 13:02:45 GMT
He scrtached his chin. "I think the medical unit was at the Square..."
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Dec 28, 2016 13:05:37 GMT
"I'll head there," he smiled. "Guess I'll see you there later Aurora- I mean, guess I'll see you too Olem, and," he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yeah, erm, okay see you there." He shot off in a blur, holding her neck because (WHIPLASH!)
(OOC: I'm off for now so Herbert will dart to the Square and become a very attentive listener.)
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Post by Plague Doctor on Dec 28, 2016 13:18:24 GMT
"You don't owe me anything, you need food, don't worry about it" he said, and sat down "Herbert seemed a bit, awkward . . . well worse than usual" he smirked, and got his cigarette box "Want one?" he put one to his lips, and adjusted his position on the floor. "So, you wanted to experiment with your powers".
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Post by UraharaSteph on Dec 28, 2016 13:29:58 GMT
Aurora started digging into the wrap, which may have been a bad idea since she was possibly about to do some chundering. “Are you sure? I'll buy you a pint or something later.” She said between bites. “I'm not sure why Herb was being awkward.” She searched for her log again and parked herself. “He's adorable though. Full of beans, but adorable. If I ever had a little brother, Herb is what I imagine. I hope he looks after Signe. I've only just found her and now she's gone again...” She took a few more bites and finished off the wrap. She scrunched up the foil in her one hand and licked the grease off of her fingers before dropping the rubbish into her bag. She shook her head at the cigarette.
“Yes, I want to see if I can switch these powers off, or at least control it so I can decide what I give or take. I thought since yours are at least half touch-based as well, it would be a fair trade.”
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Post by Plague Doctor on Dec 28, 2016 14:47:08 GMT
"Right ok" He stood up and took a deep puff of his cigarette. He held out his still gloved hand towards her "Lets see what happens when we touch, but I'm going to see if it still transmits through my gloves" he frowned "I'd prefer to turn it off completely, but restricting it to touch touching skin is fine too"
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Post by UraharaSteph on Dec 28, 2016 14:57:21 GMT
Aurora took a deep breath. “O-okay. Ugh, I should have brought a toothbrush with me or something...” She muttered under hear breath. She grabbed his hand. She could feel her powers starting to work. They were going to be passed on, even through clothes! She squeezed her eyes shut trying to concentrate on not passing the injuries to Olem. Though it wasn't working... and was she going to get sick?
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Post by Plague Doctor on Dec 28, 2016 15:13:45 GMT
"Fuck" Olem groaned, and ripped his hand back, He'd felt some of his power get passed through to Aurora, but he'd also felt his arm start to hurt. He collapsed to the ground and held his arm with his other hand. "Well, that hurts" he muttered, and looked towards Aurora, wandering what happened to her.
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Post by UraharaSteph on Dec 28, 2016 15:31:18 GMT
Aurora's eyes opened up. She turned away from Olem and met her bacon wrap once more. “UGHHHH ahhh- okay, powers, work, through clothes.” She wiped her mouth and shuddered. She looked at Olem with a sick stomach. “Right, I guess I should take that shoulder back?” She offered out her hand, almost reluctantly.
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Post by Plague Doctor on Dec 28, 2016 15:46:48 GMT
Olem gripped her hand again, feeling the power surge, and then his shoulder fixed itself. "You sure you're ok with this? You seem to be getting the worst of it"
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Post by UraharaSteph on Dec 28, 2016 15:56:37 GMT
The shoulder came back to her, but instead of screaming, she just threw up again and her stomach churned around and around. “Ughh, yeah- th-this is fine. You need someone to practice on, so if I didn't volunteer, then we both might have had to experiment elsewhere.” Aurora straightened herself up and inhaled sharply through her nose. “Now, I want you to cut my arm.” She held out the arm that wasn't in the sling. She had a very serious look on her face.
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Post by Plague Doctor on Dec 28, 2016 16:02:38 GMT
"With what?" Olem asked, reaching into a pocket and handing her some tissues. "I know I appear a bit strange, but I don't carry knives on me" He looked around and found a sharp looking rock, and picking it up. He walked back and brought the rock down onto her arm, hard enough to draw blood. He backed off for a second, but rolled up his sleeve, showing a bit of older scarring, and held out his hand.
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Post by UraharaSteph on Dec 28, 2016 16:12:07 GMT
“AAAHHHHHHH JESUS- MMMMmmmmmmmm” She pressed the tissues against her arm and then looked at Olem. “There was a pair of trauma scissors in my first aid kit.” Aurora scowled, but it was her own fault for not mentioning them. His power was causing sickness, not reading minds. She looked down at the blood and then looked at his arm. “Okay, Olem, I'm going to try and give you the new injury, but not the fractured shoulder. I'd appreciate it if you concentrated on not making me ill... but we'll see what happens.” She tentatively reached out for him. She closed her eyes and pictured his arm. She pictured her arm with the fresh injury next to it and imagined the cut fading from her flesh and appearing on his.
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hope your grandad gets better 
(of my fanfic that is haha)