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Rosie "Has No Chill" Nozomi ([personal profile] hasitsthorns) wrote2016-05-07 04:11 am
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CODE   🔋 2:43 AM
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: (➣ 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.