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Rosie "Has No Chill" Nozomi ([personal profile] hasitsthorns) wrote2016-05-07 04:11 am
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Rosie
CAVE DWELLER
Hanako 'Rosalina' Nurumi


ADDRESS
Delight's Housing, 03
(Lives with Alphys + Mettaton)


MESSAGE
"Not available right now.
Leave a message, I'll get back to you when I can."
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tongueamok: (➣ and yet i wondered)

[personal profile] tongueamok 2018-02-27 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
tongueamok: (➣ impending inspection)

[personal profile] tongueamok 2018-03-04 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
Right. Let us begin.

[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?
tongueamok: (➣ never what he wanted)

[personal profile] tongueamok 2018-03-07 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Something. Very descriptive. Carlisle bites his tongue, doing his best to mind his manners, particularly when he's trying to work.]

I'm trying to discern just what energy it is that is yours, and what it is that taints it. As I said, I'd prefer not to exorcise you from... existence or something.

[Or something. He, too, is very descriptive.]

I'm going to try channeling into you again to cleanse what energy of yours is within my reach, without delving further into you -- around this limb, mainly. If you feel any better, I suppose we'll know that we're on the right path. Likewise, if you find yourself in agonizing pain indicative of forceful dissipation, please let me know.

[Good pep talk. With that, he begins, the flow of his own energy picking up substantially. For a guy who looks like a gust of wind might knock him over, he can pack a punch when it comes to healing.]
Edited 2018-03-07 07:53 (UTC)
tongueamok: (➣ ǝʌᴉlɐ puɐ pɐǝp ɥʇoq)

[personal profile] tongueamok 2018-03-13 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Without another word, he increases the flow of energy, tendrils of his channel searing through Rose's veins and toward the self-inflicted wound. He probes just a bit further with his energy, testing his limits as well as hers.]

In good news, Miss Rose, what taint there is doesn't hinder my healing in any way. It seems I can actually dissipate some of it with merely my channel. Promising.

[Carlisle keeps his voice quiet, but the bright glow of his eyes betrays just how much of his energies it takes for even a small area of her frame. He takes a breath and pulls upon those of the Mote housed in his chest, allowing his partner's energies to stabilize his own. The physical wound closes easily enough, but that's not the taxing part.

With nothing left to heal, he releases his channel, the light in his eyes fading, then escaping him in a vaporous form. It rises from his eyes like steam, wisps trailing through the cracks between his eyelids.]


What it will take to cleanse your entire aura of such a poison will be substantial, and there will be a need to seal away what I cannot purge on my own, but... our energies are compatible enough that this could work.