[ Ah, well- Not like she really had anything else to say.
Because of the heat, Rose has taken to wearing far less clothing than usual these days. She's not indecent by any means but. Booty shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top is a lot more revealing than the overly baggy clothes she usually tries to hide herself in.
She's already there, hanging under the meager shade of one of the few still intact trees in the orchard. ]
[Sort of. He didn't say it was, but his tone certainly did. He picks at the ink-stained bandage covering his right forearm nervously -- despite the heat, he's still dressed from head to toe, forgoing his usual vestments for a slightly more casual button-up and slacks. Still has the tabard though, and the gloves that trail all the way into his rolled-up sleeves (with one covered by the aforementioned bandage). It seems like those facets of his outfit are ones he rarely deviates from.
He parks himself in the shade as well, his eyes taking in what's left of the orchard -- it's on the mend since the Null attack, but even he realizes it has seen better days, despite his normal avoidance of the place. He vastly prefers the privacy of his own garden.]
[ He says that, and yet- There is definitely a sense of unease to him. Not overly so but Rose can tell that something is up. Still, she's not about to question it if he doesn't want to admit it. If he says he's fine, he's fine. That's how this works, right? That's how Rose wished it worked. ]
We talked when the newbies showed up for a little bit, [ she says. So a couple weeks ago or so. ] She saw my... kid self, I guess, during whatever the Hell that nonsense was? But that's really been it.
Why?
[ He's not just asking because, she can already guess. ]
Oh. They had talked about that, actually. That Rey would try to find a way, but- Rose hadn't expected she actually would. She hasn't known what it means to have someone who cares in so long.
Besides, even the gods couldn't fix whatever it was that Kite fucked up in her so that begs the question- ]
How do you plan to do that? I don't even know what was done to me.
I am a healer by trade. I deal primarily in aural energies - ki, you called it?
[Or his world's equivalent thereof is close enough, he hopes. He's not entirely sure he can help her, but he is, at the very least, oathbound to try.]
That is, ah. If it's all right with you to even attempt such a venture. I know what it is like to have the agency of choice stripped from you, even with the best intentions.
[ A healer, he says, and she's immediately just a fraction more tense. Rose doesn't have good experience with healers. Still, her time in Haven and even here had taught her that they weren't all bad; not all them cared more about the coin in the pocket than the actual wellbeing of their patients.
Just some. ]
Yeah, it's ki. If you think it's similar enough to your world's energies, then... Sure. I'm down for trying to see what can happen with this.
Right. Well, I don't even know if our energies will be compatible, seeing how you're, ah, made up of the stuff. But I do have some notes—
[And now he's digging through the satchel at his side and pulling out one of his journals. It's stuffed with pages, each one covered in a mixture of glyphs and his microscopic handwriting. He rifles through the pages.]
But I promised Miss Rey I would do what I could, and while I have performed exorci- cisms before, this isn't quite same thing, as rather than cleansing someone's aural channels of the taint of a demon, I'd be cleansing a demon -- of sorts -- of another kind of poison. I'd need to see if we can even connect, if your energy can be manipulated in the same way, if the manipulation of said energy would be detrimental to you, and if the corruption can be sealed away in the same manner as what I'm used to, and if it can't be, I'd then need to figure out some other method for it, since we wouldn't want to accidentally exorcise you from your mortal coil or however it is you might be manifesting in this world I don't really have any notes on that just yet, but perhaps we could just do some basic tests today—
[She might want to stop him, as he hasn't taken a breath in a while, and he looks like he could keep going.]
[ That thing has been through some stuff, huh? It's kind of neat, honestly, for someone like Rose who doesn't really take notes about much of anything. Even when she did self-study on certain topics, she just committed as much to memory as possible. ]
Some tests sound fine, [ she interjects, after letting him say what he felt he needed to. It's... interesting, honestly. He's the first person that seems to have any kind of potential to help after all this time. She'd resigned herself to never having it fixed so this is a pleasant surprise.
She'd almost forgotten what that felt like, too.
Rose almost makes a joke about how not existing anymore wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen but refrains. She promised. Not only Hiruma or the others of House 1, but now Rey. The people she cared about here. ]
[It's best Rosie didn't make light of the whole 'not existing' thing, as that's a very real possibility for Carlisle himself, one he's struggling to come to terms with these days as more and more of himself slips away. He sees it each day when he looks at his own reflection, taking note of how much color he's lost, and how much brighter that glow in his eyes is; he feels it when he sleeps too deeply, what vitality he has escaping in his weaker moments. That's one reason he's so adamant about helping her, despite his obvious uncertainty.
He glances over his shoulder; he doesn't like the openness of the orchard, nor does he trust anyone who may be around.]
Is there somewhere we can sit to do this? And... perhaps a bit more private?
[ For Rose, the possibility of her unraveling isn't one that scares her. Not anymore. At this point, even though she isn't actively seeking for it, the end of her life would be welcomed rather than fought against. Rose is gliding by on borrowed time to begin with. She's escaped death twice, thrice. Too many times.
It's a risk she's willing to take. Because, really, if she dies- What's actually lost? She's cheating the system already as it were. It might be about time it catches up to her. ]
I mean, I have roommates... So my place probably isn't ideal? We can probably find an abandoned building somewhere or something though, if you're not picky.
[Eugh, roommates. Carlisle will never have those again because Glacius doesn't count anymore, and is thankful for it. The very mention of them makes his nose wrinkle.]
I would prefer we spare my partner the intrusion into our home. One of the empty storefronts will be fine.
[With that, he turns to head toward the shops, expecting her to follow.]
[ Ha. That's not actually surprising. Rose didn't want them for the longest time after Newt and Hermann left, but- When she let herself die in the cold emptiness of her lonely apartment, she decided it was probably about time that she had some people around to keep her from making the same sort of mistakes.
Wolves were social creatures anyway. As much as Rose tried to deny that part of herself, she simply couldn't in certain ways. ]
You got it, [ she says, following suit. It doesn't take them long to find a suitable abandoned shop that seems to suit their needs. ] Is this gonna hurt, by the way? I don't mind, really, just- Wanna' be mentally prepared.
[Or feel like ones veins are absolutely searing. He has a tendency to understate it. He holds the door open for Rose, remembering his manners somewhere along the line.]
Though given what you are, I honestly don't know how our energies will interact. You ought to prepare yourself just in case, I suppose.
[ For a woman who has had her hand sawed off while she was still awake, she believes she'll likely be able to handle it. Her pain threshold was already high to begin with but Haven certainly tested it. Hadriel hasn't been too bad, but-
[Carlisle steps inside himself, noting the dust on the floor of the empty building. There's a lot of rubble here and there, everything still mostly in shambles from the Null's attack.]
[ Yeah, things have been more fucked than usual because of them. She hates being reminded, but- The city itself is a constant reminder. Every day she passes Sorrow's temple and sees the colorless water, she's reminded. ]
Yeah, yeah- I know. Sorry. Just a habit. 'Dude' is a good thing with me, honestly. It's a term of endearment?
[Though Carlisle gives Rosie a scrutinizing look at her 'term of endearment', he doesn't address it further. He can ponder such eccentricities when they don't have work to be done. He finds a quiet spot near a counter and sets his satchel down, digging inside.]
Regarding this experiment - can you bleed?
[Some demons are remarkably hard to injure, so it's worth asking.]
[ Maybe she'll win him over yet. It's something she calls just about everyone, but- It's not a bad thing. The more casual she is means the more comfortable she is. ]
Yeah, I can bleed. Red and everything, just like the normal person. I just have an enhanced healing factor.
[Give it time, Rosie. Carlisle is best won over with a mixture of minimal kindness and sheer determination, it seems.]
Good.
[He finds what he's looking for -- a knife. Removing it from its sheath, he offers it to her.]
If you could nick yourself somewhere. Your arm or leg might work best -- just somewhere to give me focus while channeling energy into you. It's easier to determine what I can and can't do for someone made of your particular energies if I have a point of concentration.
[He just wants to be careful with this, given her nature as a demon from another world. Perhaps this will be no different than healing a human; however, it could go terribly wrong if he's not careful. He's learned that readily enough from having to heal completely alien beings.]
[ If there's anything Rose has, it's determination.
She views the knife with a lot less concern than she probably should. After having so many pointed on her by herself or otherwise, they kind of lose the edge to them. Haha. Ha. Get it? Edge? She's hilarious, even in introspection.]
Alright, [ she says and takes it. As simple as flick of her wrist and she's slicing a neat line across her forearm. It's deep enough to bleed a decent amount and she doesn't so much as flinch. Rose has an extremely high pain tolerance. It can be both a good and a bad thing. ]
[Rose doesn't flinch, but Carlisle does, cringing as she injures herself. She could have cut shallower, bled less; however, the injury will certainly work for their purposes, however unpleasant it may be.]
Yes, cisth. [He pulls at the fabric of his gloves; it stretches, and he slides his hands out the holes in the palms, baring them.] Right. Give me your hand, and I'm going to channel some energy into you, see how yours reacts and whatnot. I do warn you that when healing, it tends to feel hot, like fire. I'm... not entirely sure how that will translate when interacting with your particular makeup, honestly.
[He's just hoping he doesn't get tainted with whatever it is that has poisoned her energies.]
[ Heat. Fire. Things she's sensitive to already. This will go over so well, she's sure. She doesn't say it though or show any signs of her hesitation. Instead, she just braces herself from the pain that will inevitably come. ]
Wouldn't be the first time it felt like my veins were burning from the inside, so. Let's get this started.
[ She hopes not either, honestly. Rose isn't sure how she'd take being responsible for something bad happening to Carlisle. They might not be on the best of terms still, but- He's doing a lot for her, in this moment. A lot he doesn't have to. She's not about to forget it. ]
[Free of his gloves, he places his bare hands along her arm, one at her hand, the other closer to her elbow. With a deep breath, he pushes energy into her. As it turns out, whatever energy she is made from does feel familiar to him, closer to his world's own eksth'alva than he'd prefer to admit, given her status as some kind of a demon. That should make the process easier, at least, even if he does not want to think of the demons of any world being made of the same sort of energies he uses in his healing. His goddess would be appalled, surely.
Well, if she cares. She can be terribly aloof for a divine being.
For those familiar with the flow of energy -- or familiar with what pain feels like -- his channel can be felt continuing through her arm, more or less restricted to the area between his hands. He can venture further once he knows this will work, but for the time being, he keeps his sample area small, contained. He can sense only bare traces of whatever taints her energies there; he is sure more of it is closer to her core. He tries to think of it as a festering wound in need of cleansing. He's uncomfortable with demons, but with injuries? That is what is familiar.
He keeps himself from healing the wound for a moment, trying to gauge Rose's reaction. His eyes glow vibrantly, radiating with an energy that is not his own.]
How do you feel? Can you sense that? What energy I have pushed through your limb?
[ Most divine beings, in Rose's opinion, are pretty ambivalent. The gods didn't often care for the ants the way they wished and prayed they did.
The woman holds her face impressively passive in the face of the familiar sensation of pain. She's endured much worse than this invasive little procedure. Besides, had already warned her so she was anticipating it to be at the very least uncomfortable. ]
I can feel... something. [ She senses it, whatever he's trying to do. Her ki isn't thrown into disarray just yet but it's certainly more wild than it ever was before. And powerful. Even for a demon, he might be able to discern that she has an excess of negative energy. ]
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Because of the heat, Rose has taken to wearing far less clothing than usual these days. She's not indecent by any means but. Booty shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top is a lot more revealing than the overly baggy clothes she usually tries to hide herself in.
She's already there, hanging under the meager shade of one of the few still intact trees in the orchard. ]
Yo, dude. What's so urgent?
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[Sort of. He didn't say it was, but his tone certainly did. He picks at the ink-stained bandage covering his right forearm nervously -- despite the heat, he's still dressed from head to toe, forgoing his usual vestments for a slightly more casual button-up and slacks. Still has the tabard though, and the gloves that trail all the way into his rolled-up sleeves (with one covered by the aforementioned bandage). It seems like those facets of his outfit are ones he rarely deviates from.
He parks himself in the shade as well, his eyes taking in what's left of the orchard -- it's on the mend since the Null attack, but even he realizes it has seen better days, despite his normal avoidance of the place. He vastly prefers the privacy of his own garden.]
Have you spoken with Miss Rey as of late?
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We talked when the newbies showed up for a little bit, [ she says. So a couple weeks ago or so. ] She saw my... kid self, I guess, during whatever the Hell that nonsense was? But that's really been it.
Why?
[ He's not just asking because, she can already guess. ]
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She has asked me to help you rid yourself of your peculiar dietary needs.
[Well, that's one way to get to the point.]
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Oh. They had talked about that, actually. That Rey would try to find a way, but- Rose hadn't expected she actually would. She hasn't known what it means to have someone who cares in so long.
Besides, even the gods couldn't fix whatever it was that Kite fucked up in her so that begs the question- ]
How do you plan to do that? I don't even know what was done to me.
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[Or his world's equivalent thereof is close enough, he hopes. He's not entirely sure he can help her, but he is, at the very least, oathbound to try.]
That is, ah. If it's all right with you to even attempt such a venture. I know what it is like to have the agency of choice stripped from you, even with the best intentions.
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Just some. ]
Yeah, it's ki. If you think it's similar enough to your world's energies, then... Sure. I'm down for trying to see what can happen with this.
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[And now he's digging through the satchel at his side and pulling out one of his journals. It's stuffed with pages, each one covered in a mixture of glyphs and his microscopic handwriting. He rifles through the pages.]
But I promised Miss Rey I would do what I could, and while I have performed exorci- cisms before, this isn't quite same thing, as rather than cleansing someone's aural channels of the taint of a demon, I'd be cleansing a demon -- of sorts -- of another kind of poison. I'd need to see if we can even connect, if your energy can be manipulated in the same way, if the manipulation of said energy would be detrimental to you, and if the corruption can be sealed away in the same manner as what I'm used to, and if it can't be, I'd then need to figure out some other method for it, since we wouldn't want to accidentally exorcise you from your mortal coil or however it is you might be manifesting in this world I don't really have any notes on that just yet, but perhaps we could just do some basic tests today—
[She might want to stop him, as he hasn't taken a breath in a while, and he looks like he could keep going.]
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Some tests sound fine, [ she interjects, after letting him say what he felt he needed to. It's... interesting, honestly. He's the first person that seems to have any kind of potential to help after all this time. She'd resigned herself to never having it fixed so this is a pleasant surprise.
She'd almost forgotten what that felt like, too.
Rose almost makes a joke about how not existing anymore wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen but refrains. She promised. Not only Hiruma or the others of House 1, but now Rey. The people she cared about here. ]
Just let me know what I need to do, dude.
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He glances over his shoulder; he doesn't like the openness of the orchard, nor does he trust anyone who may be around.]
Is there somewhere we can sit to do this? And... perhaps a bit more private?
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It's a risk she's willing to take. Because, really, if she dies- What's actually lost? She's cheating the system already as it were. It might be about time it catches up to her. ]
I mean, I have roommates... So my place probably isn't ideal? We can probably find an abandoned building somewhere or something though, if you're not picky.
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because Glacius doesn't count anymore, and is thankful for it. The very mention of them makes his nose wrinkle.]I would prefer we spare my partner the intrusion into our home. One of the empty storefronts will be fine.
[With that, he turns to head toward the shops, expecting her to follow.]
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Wolves were social creatures anyway. As much as Rose tried to deny that part of herself, she simply couldn't in certain ways. ]
You got it, [ she says, following suit. It doesn't take them long to find a suitable abandoned shop that seems to suit their needs. ] Is this gonna hurt, by the way? I don't mind, really, just- Wanna' be mentally prepared.
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[Or feel like ones veins are absolutely searing. He has a tendency to understate it. He holds the door open for Rose, remembering his manners somewhere along the line.]
Though given what you are, I honestly don't know how our energies will interact. You ought to prepare yourself just in case, I suppose.
cw: mention of gore
Guess she'll see about that. ]
Alright. We'll see what happens, dude.
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It's Carlisle.
[Not 'dude.']
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Yeah, yeah- I know. Sorry. Just a habit. 'Dude' is a good thing with me, honestly. It's a term of endearment?
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Regarding this experiment - can you bleed?
[Some demons are remarkably hard to injure, so it's worth asking.]
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Yeah, I can bleed. Red and everything, just like the normal person. I just have an enhanced healing factor.
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Good.
[He finds what he's looking for -- a knife. Removing it from its sheath, he offers it to her.]
If you could nick yourself somewhere. Your arm or leg might work best -- just somewhere to give me focus while channeling energy into you. It's easier to determine what I can and can't do for someone made of your particular energies if I have a point of concentration.
[He just wants to be careful with this, given her nature as a demon from another world. Perhaps this will be no different than healing a human; however, it could go terribly wrong if he's not careful. He's learned that readily enough from having to heal completely alien beings.]
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She views the knife with a lot less concern than she probably should. After having so many pointed on her by herself or otherwise, they kind of lose the edge to them. Haha. Ha. Get it? Edge? She's hilarious, even in introspection.]
Alright, [ she says and takes it. As simple as flick of her wrist and she's slicing a neat line across her forearm. It's deep enough to bleed a decent amount and she doesn't so much as flinch. Rose has an extremely high pain tolerance. It can be both a good and a bad thing. ]
That work?
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Yes, cisth. [He pulls at the fabric of his gloves; it stretches, and he slides his hands out the holes in the palms, baring them.] Right. Give me your hand, and I'm going to channel some energy into you, see how yours reacts and whatnot. I do warn you that when healing, it tends to feel hot, like fire. I'm... not entirely sure how that will translate when interacting with your particular makeup, honestly.
[He's just hoping he doesn't get tainted with whatever it is that has poisoned her energies.]
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Wouldn't be the first time it felt like my veins were burning from the inside, so. Let's get this started.
[ She hopes not either, honestly. Rose isn't sure how she'd take being responsible for something bad happening to Carlisle. They might not be on the best of terms still, but- He's doing a lot for her, in this moment. A lot he doesn't have to. She's not about to forget it. ]
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[Free of his gloves, he places his bare hands along her arm, one at her hand, the other closer to her elbow. With a deep breath, he pushes energy into her. As it turns out, whatever energy she is made from does feel familiar to him, closer to his world's own eksth'alva than he'd prefer to admit, given her status as some kind of a demon. That should make the process easier, at least, even if he does not want to think of the demons of any world being made of the same sort of energies he uses in his healing. His goddess would be appalled, surely.
Well, if she cares. She can be terribly aloof for a divine being.
For those familiar with the flow of energy -- or familiar with what pain feels like -- his channel can be felt continuing through her arm, more or less restricted to the area between his hands. He can venture further once he knows this will work, but for the time being, he keeps his sample area small, contained. He can sense only bare traces of whatever taints her energies there; he is sure more of it is closer to her core. He tries to think of it as a festering wound in need of cleansing. He's uncomfortable with demons, but with injuries? That is what is familiar.
He keeps himself from healing the wound for a moment, trying to gauge Rose's reaction. His eyes glow vibrantly, radiating with an energy that is not his own.]
How do you feel? Can you sense that? What energy I have pushed through your limb?
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The woman holds her face impressively passive in the face of the familiar sensation of pain. She's endured much worse than this invasive little procedure. Besides, had already warned her so she was anticipating it to be at the very least uncomfortable. ]
I can feel... something. [ She senses it, whatever he's trying to do. Her ki isn't thrown into disarray just yet but it's certainly more wild than it ever was before. And powerful. Even for a demon, he might be able to discern that she has an excess of negative energy. ]
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