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There's a Time Lord in the Nexus -- which, all things considered, is not an uncommon event. This particular Time Lord, however, is less interested with the normal going-ons of the Nexus, and more interested in tugging off the rather heavy-duty gloves that are on his hands. He gets one off, then manages to remove the other and toss them both off to the side, examining his hands with detached curiosity.
Clearly, the gloves weren't strong enough, because there are several, striping burns across his hands, creating an odd pattern of blackened and pitted skin. Oddly enough, Omega doesn't seem to register any pain from the wounds. Don't worry, his brain will catch up with his nerve ending soon enough, and those burns will hurt like all hell. Which would be... right about now. Cue a wince.
"Suggestions for the care of corrosion burns caused by the light particles of a singularity?" he asks, although his tone suggests he isn't expecting an answer.
Clearly, the gloves weren't strong enough, because there are several, striping burns across his hands, creating an odd pattern of blackened and pitted skin. Oddly enough, Omega doesn't seem to register any pain from the wounds. Don't worry, his brain will catch up with his nerve ending soon enough, and those burns will hurt like all hell. Which would be... right about now. Cue a wince.
"Suggestions for the care of corrosion burns caused by the light particles of a singularity?" he asks, although his tone suggests he isn't expecting an answer.