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It is a fairly typical rainy August afternoon. Edie is lounging in civvies with a good book, and Emily is snacking on some leftover birthday cake while transformed and working on a metal sculpture.
"I don't know why you're bothering," Edie says of the copper-and-verdigris design. "I mean, the rest of it is going to go green too eventually, right?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Emily says stubbornly. "I could coat it with clear paint or something to prevent oxidation."
"Fair enough," Edie says, and returns to perusing her book.
whatamithinking
"Yeah."
Nothing more for a minute or so; then, "Okay, everybody's on the other side of the room now."
Nothing more for a minute or so; then, "Okay, everybody's on the other side of the room now."
This opens a hole in the wall, not really big enough for any people to come through it, but big enough to look through and see the large open space with a crowd of people huddled together on the opposite side.
whatamithinking
Well, as long as it didn't hurt anyone, she can just keep blasting the wall until the hole is big enough, can't she?
The huddled people get out of the way, revealing about a dozen people lying on the ground in various states of unpleasantness. Some are unconscious, some crying. Only one is visibly injured, a man with a huge bruise on one side of his face; the rest, apparently, had encounters with the walls.
A boy somewhere between eight and twelve years old follows them across the room, having apparently been waiting beside the former doorway while they blasted their way in.
A boy somewhere between eight and twelve years old follows them across the room, having apparently been waiting beside the former doorway while they blasted their way in.
iamnotpolaris
...Yeah, bruise man is the lowest priority here. Emily begins healing the rest, dotting one and healing them before moving on to the next--it probably wouldn't leave her nonfunctional to sympathetically heal several people at once who had been walled but she's not eager to try it.
whatamithinking
Edie does likewise, although she does note the kid who was beside the doorway. "Are you the person we were talking to?"
whatamithinking
"Physically, yes. Mentally--they've been through a traumatic experience. How well they hold up depends a lot on them." She glances at him again. "...How much of this did you organize?"
whatamithinking
"She did, thankfully. She's at our house right now." Healing someone by Si Vales Valeo doesn't take a long time--they're down to bruise guy. Edie heals him. Edie catches Emily's eye, and glances meaningfully at the kid.
iamnotpolaris
"...You think so? Yeah, I can see it. Mercurial Metal Manipulation." A tendril of probably-steel, presumably from one of the guards, flows over and forms up into a rectangle about the size of a business card with an email address engraved on it. She hands it to him. "Give us a ring in a couple of years, okay? It's always best to have a mentor when you're just starting out."