"I've had several of the first two," came a quiet reply from the depths of a couch that sat with its back to Jubilee. "But the only time I've felt the third was when an alien parasite had decided to go for a ride uninvited.
A head rose above the back of the couch, though it obviously didn't belong to the speaker, being that of an ostrich mimic dinosaur who examined Jubilee curiously and then birked to itself softly.
"The tribe I live with was attacked last night." There was a soft groan and the sound of movement as a filthy hand that bore the remains of tree sap paint designs came up and grasped the back of the couch.
"No. Danni, lay still," rumbled a deep, slow voice with concern. "You need to rest."
"Sure, Fred, don't worry," said the woman quickly. Then added an apology to Jubilee.
The dinosaur looked down at her and birked more softly as though talking to itself.
"All of those would be really welcome... I don't trust anything here," said the unseen woman quietly. "Don't mind Fred, he's not as frightening as he looks."
"No," said the slow deep voice. "Only to people who hurt my friends."
Nooo, actually Fred was the huge, hideous Wraith warrior sitting by the couch with a comforting big hand on that of the sandy-haired woman who lay blinking at Jubilee through badly broken and twisted glasses.
"She said you could," he said simply, the worry plain on his ugly mug.
"No trap," said the woman, taking in a deep breath as she turned her head. "I'm not bleeding... it's my ribs."
"Your ribs? Damn, I do not know how much I can help those." Times like these, Jubes wishes she had the power of a healer.
Wait a second... she blinks as she kneels beside the woman. Didn't Gabriel, the arch-angel of Death, give her some angel abilities? Hey, that was right. Maybe... just maybe.
Using her natural mutant ability to sense aura, she was going to look at those ribs. And place her ahnds over the damage and concentrate everything she had into healing. Hopefully it would work.
((your call if it does or not. this mun is crashing for night, but will return in morning))
"Sorry. Seems God doesn't think now is the time for these powers." Jubilee had hoped she would be able to do the healing. But nothing looked like it was working so far. So she pulled out her first aid kit and carefully started patching the woman up as best as she could.
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"For the hundredth-freekin' time."
"Sorry."
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A head rose above the back of the couch, though it obviously didn't belong to the speaker, being that of an ostrich mimic dinosaur who examined Jubilee curiously and then birked to itself softly.
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"Birk birk birk birk."
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"um, not to pry or anything, but you sound as tired as I feel."
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"No. Danni, lay still," rumbled a deep, slow voice with concern. "You need to rest."
"Sure, Fred, don't worry," said the woman quickly. Then added an apology to Jubilee.
The dinosaur looked down at her and birked more softly as though talking to itself.
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"No," said the slow deep voice. "Only to people who hurt my friends."
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She glances at 'Fred', the dinosaur she assumes. "I do not hurt people that are hurt. Unless it is atrap and they attack me. Just good logic."
"So can I see her or you going to let her bleed to unconsciousness?"
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"She said you could," he said simply, the worry plain on his ugly mug.
"No trap," said the woman, taking in a deep breath as she turned her head. "I'm not bleeding... it's my ribs."
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Wait a second... she blinks as she kneels beside the woman. Didn't Gabriel, the arch-angel of Death, give her some angel abilities? Hey, that was right. Maybe... just maybe.
Using her natural mutant ability to sense aura, she was going to look at those ribs. And place her ahnds over the damage and concentrate everything she had into healing. Hopefully it would work.
((your call if it does or not. this mun is crashing for night, but will return in morning))
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The woman on the couch looked at both of them, a little non-plussed.
((Fred thinks he's helping.))
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