[log] Magic fixer-upper (Active/Closed)
Characters: Wiccan, Willow, Tara
Content: Willow and Tara attempt to heal Billy's wound and fail :(
Location: Wiccan's place, Bryant Park Hotel
Time of Day: afternoon
Warnings: None that I can possible imagine. Stuttering, babbling and spazzing?
( Lawl, power of three. )
Content: Willow and Tara attempt to heal Billy's wound and fail :(
Location: Wiccan's place, Bryant Park Hotel
Time of Day: afternoon
Warnings: None that I can possible imagine. Stuttering, babbling and spazzing?
( Lawl, power of three. )
Tactfully looking away as Billy had to pull of his jeans, Willow shrugged off her jacket. "Here," she said, not looking back at him just yet. "It uh, wouldn't be fair to go making you sit there all uncovered and exposed to the elements and all." Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled comfortingly. "Don't worry, you can just treat me like one of the boys. Or uh, something."
Oh. That was... bad. Very bad. And pretty gross. But, this was not time to be grossed out and squeamish, this was time to get her Willow-hat on and get to healing that nasty bitemark. "Okay," she breathed, closing her eyes to try and summon forth a little magic just to feel out the nature of the wound. It looked infected, badly, and healing wasn't really her forte, but she had learned a thing or two. "You managed to aggravate a nasty little parasite, huh?"
Hopefully Tara would get here soon. Awkward or not, she was way better at this stuff than Willow.
[OOC: Kait has returned from the abyss! If you like she can hop in after Billy's next tag or this one, whichever you prefer ♥]
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He took the jacket rather gratefully. "You'd think, uh, someone who goes around in spandex the whole time wouldn't mind so much people seeing his underwear," he said, half to himself. "I mean, some people's whole costume is practically underwear. Like - like Tigra, or -" He shook his head again. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling. It's totally the - the wounding, normally I'm ... better at shutting up." Whether he was in fact normally better at keeping a lid on it was up for debate, but it was definitely true that at least part of the reason he was talking so much was to put off having to look at his leg. "It ... yeah. In the tunnels. Exploring and stuff. Although - there were kind of a lot of them? So I guess it could've been worse."
(OOC: \o\! I AM COOL WITH HER COMING IN WHENEVER)
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Even though all she really wanted to do was crawl into a hole and hide until somehow she woke up back in Sunnydale. Logically, she knew this was unlikely. But then, logically, so was waking up in Manhattan. So were demons and vampires and magic and pretty much everything else she dealt with on a daily basis. Really everything about Sunnydale was improbable.
Tara shook her head to clear rid herself of these thoughts. When she started pondering the logical merits of the Hellmouth, she knew she was stalling.
She took a deep breath to steady herself, and knocked.
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"Spandex?" Willow wrinkled her nose at him in a silly expression. "Really? What colour was it? Because it seems like it'd be really hard for spandex to be flattering." Her eyebrows inched up a little, although her eyes were still closed. "Then again, I'm not the most fashiony minded person in the world." She was verging on a ramble, but at least chattering would be a distraction while she inspected the bite with her magic. It felt... weird. Brow furrowed, she had opened her mouth to ask a little more about the crabs when there was a knock at the door.
Her magic sparked at her hands. "Tara." Willow looked over at Billy. "Uhm, I'll get that-- just, uh-- sorry if things are--" she flailed her hands awkwardly, "-- you know, with the awkward? Things are--"... Hard to impossible on the explanation scale, apparently. She gave up and pulled open the door. "Tara! Hi! ... This is Wiccan. Normally he wears pants."
The redhead winced. That was unnecessary.
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He could feel her using her magic to examine the bite. It was - weird, different, but it wasn't like he'd never encountered magic that wasn't the same as his own before ... still, he was trying his best not to focus on it. He'd been about to answer the question about the spandex (which was kind of flattering on some people! Really!) when Tara knocked. He watched Willow, slightly puzzled by the sudden flaily awkwardness, but he didn't ask, just smiled at Tara when Willow opened the door.
His smile froze a little when Willow introduced him, though, and he slouched a little, raising a hand in a shrugging sort of greeting. "Normally I wear pants," he agreed with a kind of resigned embarrassment.
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She walked past Willow into the room and waved at Wiccan, averting her eyes to avoid any accidental looking at his pantslessness. "I'm Tara," she said. "B-but I guess you already know that." Noting his embarrassment, she smiled at him. "I, um, I'm s-sure you do. Sometimes y-you just can't help but take them o-off though."
Tara rolled her eyes at herself. She really had gotten the stuttering under control back in Sunnydale, though you wouldn't be able to tell now. She couldn't worry about that now, though. She had a patient! "W-willow said you n-needed help?" she said. "I don't have any, um, supplies here, but I'll see what I can do?"
She turned to Willow, putting aside the awkwardness for now. "Have you tried anything yet, or d-did I get here before you c-could?"
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And now there was Tara. Who was here. Tara was in the room, and here, and there was magic and Tara and hereness. Altogether. In the room. With her. And Wiccan, who was still stuck in chair in his underwear. Willow cringed a little and shrugged apologetically at him, which was an extra awkward motion in itself and coupled with a furrowing of the brow. "Sorry. Sometimes the words escape before I can stop stop and herd them back into their place."
Even with apologising to Wiccan though, she could tell that things were still weird with Tara. Which made sense, but, well, was kinda still very obviously not a good thing. Also she still hasn't said anything and had actually been silent for maybe a minute now. "Uh! Yeah. Uhm, Wiccan got bitten by one of those crab things, and-- I haven't really done anything yet, I was just trying to feel it out with the magic, you know? And, well, it's kinda funikified. It doesn't feel like anything familiar, but, I only learned to kind of heal thing and stuff over the summer after--" After. "I mean, balance and put thing... I'm still not so good at it. I think maybe there has to be some kind of property thats keeping it from healing? Almost like venom except not. Like-- like if you try to imagine cheese that shouldn't be blue vein getting a blue vein that isn't really a blue vein? The wound is kinda like that."
She paused. "That was a terrible metaphor, but it's kinda like a regular wound, but not. Do you get what I meant?"
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Tara smiled at Billy, though it wasn't the most successful smile ever. "I'm n-not entirely sure where cheese comes into it either," she said, moving closer to him. "Do you mind if I, um, take a look?" she asked.
She turned to Willow, raising an eyebrow in silent question. Did Willow want to try this together? Did Tara want to try this with her? She didn't know. When she had gone back to Willow in Sunnydale, it was only after a month of the redhead not using magic. She had to keep reminding herself, this Willow was not the one she'd left behind. It was entirely possible that she'd learned how to use the magic without... turning to the dark parts, and it was possible she'd learned balance, but Tara was skittish. It had been so recent for her, watching helplessly as Willow became more and more enamored of the power she had. It had broken Tara's heart, watching the magic that had come to symbolize the love between them turn into an addiction, something used to hurt people....
She turned back to Billy and looked at the bite on his leg. It didn't look good. It looked very, very bad. She would really have to get past the Willow and magic fear if she was going to help him. She closed her eyes and called up her magic. Wordlessly, she held a hand out to Willow, and waited.
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Willow stared at the hand for a half second, glancing at Billy and giving him a comforting smile before slowly reaching out to take Tara's hand and closing her eyes. "Don't worry, we'll get this sorted out in a jiffy," the redhead said brightly, flashing him another smile even with her eyes closed. THings had gotten off to an awkward start, but she'd brighten them right up.
She tried not to think too much about what was happening with Tara, and let her other hand hover over Billy's wound. It felt like-- like slime. She would have recoiled, could have, but she'd endured worse to bring Buffy back and she could do this to help Wiccan. "We need to get back that," she muttered, and as she tried to ease more magic out the strain spiked a little.
Willow frowned. Using magic shoulder be this hard. "Tara? Are getting the same thing I'm getting here?"
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Billy paused, not sure if he should interrupt, but couldn't keep from asking, "What - what thing?"
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"W-willow? Are you noticing the, um... the drain? It feels strange."
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"Nothing," she told him, but her voice sounded strained. Strained like a bad lie. Willow's brow furrowed at herself. Thanks for the vote of confidence there, self. "Well, I mean-- Tara's right. It's like there's tar and we're trying to wipe it off with a-- a cuetip. A broken cuetip."
Maybe if you stop messing around with the puppies and start bringing out the big guns we could get somewhere, a voice whispered in her mind, and she instantly froze. Here? That was going to happen here? But she had barely done anything!
"I-- I'm getting something," she managed to force out. "Uhm, Billy? When you use your magic, does it start feeling all funkified?"
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He opened his eyes again, looking from one witch to the other, and added, "You guys don't have to do this."
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"Willow, a-are you all right?" she asked. "If you need to take a minute, I can try some things..." She wished she had some potion ingredients. She was fairly skilled at healing magic, generally better at it than Willow, who was more into the big flashy damage spells. There were a few things she could try, but nothing that would work half as well as the most basic potion.
She smiled softly at Billy. "Of course we do," she said. "We help. It's k-kind of our thing." He smile widened. "From what Willow tells me, that's kind of your thing too?"
She sat back for a moment, gathering up her magic again. Something was making it harder to keep a hold on. "There are a couple different things we might try, but... I don't know how effective they'll be," she said. "We won't know until we see, though."
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