{{I have to go to work in 30 minutes so I’ll stop RPing for today.}}
The girl was certainly nicer than Chick had been, but Kara could see a small amount of distrust in the girl’s eyes. For whatever reason it was, Kara knew it took a lot for the girl to agree to be healed. Kara had questions, but it was best to let the girl recover for a bit.
It was a simple task to heal the bruising and damage and the girl breathed a bit easier after a few minutes, finally being able to sit up. Kara had meanwhile checked on Terl. He was slowly returning to a normal state in the bubble and looked like he could breath easier as well.
She turned back to the girl.
You know, you surprised me. You…look a lot like a former enemy I had, younger though. But I didn’t sense any evil in you, unlike her. I’m Kara by the way. Magic user who fights evil and reads and reviews comic books. You must be the healer that Terl keeps mentioning.
*Her eyes began to glitter up and voice was sounding excited.*
Why yes, I am! My name is Vanessa; I am also known as Ask ThatChick and the lone child of ThatGuyWithTheGlasses.
*Kara began to cringe at the name Ask ThatChick. It was the same name as that monster. She was responsible for the death of Eli and all of the chaos unbound for the past months. Vanessa noticed her and asked.*
I’m sorry. Did I say something to make you cringe?
The girl was young and excitable but her saying that name had Kara shudder. She guessed it was a plausible name for her being the daughter of AskThatGuy. Still…
S-sorry. The name AskThatChick brings back some bad memories. That was the name of that former enemy I had. She did a lot of damage. If you don’t mind, I’ll just call you Vanessa.
T-That would be very kind of you. Say, A-Aren’t you that woman one of my father’s minions told me about?
*She lets out a weak smile to Kara, her icy eyes meeting hers. Kara had many questions to ask: Is she the reincarnation of Chick? Who is she? And father? Who is her father?*
The girl was certainly nicer than Chick had been, but Kara could see a small amount of distrust in the girl’s eyes. For whatever reason it was, Kara knew it took a lot for the girl to agree to be healed. Kara had questions, but it was best to let the girl recover for a bit.
It was a simple task to heal the bruising and damage and the girl breathed a bit easier after a few minutes, finally being able to sit up. Kara had meanwhile checked on Terl. He was slowly returning to a normal state in the bubble and looked like he could breath easier as well.
She turned back to the girl.
You know, you surprised me. You…look a lot like a former enemy I had, younger though. But I didn’t sense any evil in you, unlike her. I’m Kara by the way. Magic user who fights evil and reads and reviews comic books. You must be the healer that Terl keeps mentioning.
(Source: askgirllinkara)
Kara and the minions had just taken a break when they heard a small explosion. They really didn’t think anything of it, since there were explosions like that every day in the mine. Kara on the other hand, felt like something was wrong and began to make her way to her room when she heard the shout.
Her eyes grew wide and she quickly cast a locator spell on the voice she knew for certain was Terl’s. He was in the Med Bay. She quickly sprinted to the room and found a young woman on one of the beds and Terl on the floor, without his mask or tank, gasping for breath. Nero at that moment ran in and she quickly advised the Pokemon to grab one of his master’s breathe-gas tanks he carried. Hoping the Pokemon knew what she was talking about, she began to carefully heal the few injuries he had.
Nero came back with a tank and she scratched the creature on the head before making a magical bubble around Terl’s head and injecting it with the gas. The man began to breath easier and she set Nero to watch him.
Kara turned her attention to the girl who was blearily looking up at her. She crouched down to begin healing the girl, but was momentarily taken aback when she noticed the girl’s features. She looked like a younger version of Chick! Kara stood and backed up, placing a shield around her and probed the girl. It was strange. The girl had no malicious feeling in her like Chick had despite looking nearly like her.
Kara cautiously crouched down again when the girl groaned and coughed up a little blood and ran a scan on her. There was a bit of bruising to her ribcage and lungs, but with rest the girl would be fine. She noticed a few bits of dried flower residue and a few stains on the girl’s clothes and surmised this must be the healer that Terl talked about.
You’ve got a bit of bruising on your ribcage and lungs. I know you’re a healer and would prefer to heal yourself, but I can heal you if need be.
Well Holly was a good person today and decided to help a trapped kitten in her collapsed shed. Kitten was very scared but looked fine when it ran off.
My arm and finger hurt and yes I’ve doctored myself.
{{Mod note here. Because of injury (and I don’t know what these will feel like tomorrow and I’m typing very slowly since I have a hurt finger) my RP-ing will be slow for the next few days if I even do it at all. It hurts to bend a few fingers to type.}}
After a few days of separating the men and women minions and continuing the work of training the women, Kara was pleased with how well most of the training was coming along. Most, being that some of the women didn’t feel the need to show up since there weren’t any men around and saying the men would protect them.
Kara decided not to make a big deal of it. She could easily round up the few that refused to participate on a later date. There weren’t that many and they tended to hide in either the kitchen or medical room, where the healer was. Kara hadn’t met her yet since she had her own method of healing herself and she excused the healer from training since she had heard the woman had attack and defense training already. A few were unfortunate enough to try to worm their way into Terl’s training room to watch the men. Terl had quickly caught on and slammed them out of the room. There were a few bruises and they had ran crying to Kara.
She informed them that since they chose to be here and not with Zod, that any rules made here would apply to everybody and she would enforce any rule Terl made.
For the ones that stayed to make an effort, the women were getting better each day with the training they received. Kara decided to teach them defense first and how to shield their bodies and block attacks if they were physical. A well-timed defense punch or kick could prove useful in the coming months.
Anonymous asked: Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyful simpleton?
While both have their pros and cons, I’d much rather be the worried genius.
In a critic’s terms, the life of a joyful simpleton would be a wondrous thing. To not care whether or not a plot made sense, who directed or starred in a movie, not caring about continuity, etc. Just caring on whether or not you liked something for what it was without the backlash of all the parts that made it.
But then, life would be boring that way, if everyone was like that. You would get the same product of media every time if there was no one to speak up against something. To be a worried genius takes work. It takes the effort to apply yourself to check and re-check facts, no matter how many times you thing you have something right, in case there was something you missed.
Your mind is always growing, always gaining knowledge. You learn from past mistakes and you learn what you like and don’t like. You want something to be the best it can be, instead of mediocre, and it infuriates you that something that COULD have be great, was made lackluster because of easily changed fixes were not made.
It’s easy to fall into the joyful simpleton phase. To like what everyone else likes or wear what everyone else wears, no matter if you like it or not. But deep down, you’ll always second-guess yourself, whether you know it or not.
Terl sits down and removes his boot and Kara bends down by his leg to examine the wound. It’s a greenish-purple from his blood and the bruising and Kara gently touches it, earning a twitch from his leg.Yeah…it JUST itches. I think it may be infected. You said that most of the things on our planet are toxic to you, including parts of the mine. Nero has been digging and eating the rocks in the mine so when he bit you, whatever was on his teeth got into your blood system. This may tingle a bit.
Kara pools up her magic and releases it into the wound, finding the infected parts and clearing them out of the toxins. Terl was lucky that the infection had just been confined mainly to his leg because of his unique body. The rest of the infection could easily be cleared out on it’s own now that the source was destroyed.
Alright, that should do it. You have a bit of toxin still in there, but it will clear out on its own. Your blood is a bit unique however. I think it integrated some of the toxin in your system. You may be able to handle some of our more dangerous elements to you better because of it.
During the cleaning process, Terl winces and gnarls a bit. He didn’t want to agree with Kara yet. Of course the wound was worse than he told her, but he also had his pride as a Psychlo. If is wasn’t falling off, there was no need to complain anyway…
He suddenly smirks as Kara mentions what his blood possibly had done with the toxin.
That’s how we Psychlo’s basicly work. We add things that are some kind of use to us, not only as beings but also on a BIOLOGICAL way. Think of us as a… amoeba. Yeah, that pretty much sums us up.
“Dangerous” elements you say. What EXACTLY springs into your mind? Could I… do you think I could try breathing your AIR?
It…may be possible…. After all, your wound WAS exposed to our air for quite a number of days as well as other things. I’d do it slowly though since it might take time to build up to that. The most mild reaction you might have is what us humans call allergies, which can either cause you to sneeze uncontrollably and your nose gets stopped up or your skin either breaks out in a rash or gets swollen. You’ll be miserable for a few days, but if what you say is true and from the analysis of your wound, it won’t take too long for you to adapt.
And if that’s the case, that may become the difference between victory and failure. Anyone trying to hurt you would immediately try to go for your breathing gas, knowing you can’t breathe without it. If you still gave the illusion that you need it, that would be an advantage for you to get the better of them.
Kara frowns.So it IS hurting you. I haven’t met the healer yet, but I heard she uses plants and creams for wounds. They may not mix with your body too well since you’re not human. I can try to heal it with my magic if need be. It’s the reason my injuries healed so fast.
It’s not HURTING. It just ITCHES, nothing more, nothing less.
But… you MIGHT be right. After all, your earth-plants do produce this TOXIC AIR you man-animals breath, if I remember it correctly.
You may try healing it. But I’m certain that it won’t help THAT much…
Terl sits down and removes his boot and Kara bends down by his leg to examine the wound. It’s a greenish-purple from his blood and the bruising and Kara gently touches it, earning a twitch from his leg.
Yeah…it JUST itches. I think it may be infected. You said that most of the things on our planet are toxic to you, including parts of the mine. Nero has been digging and eating the rocks in the mine so when he bit you, whatever was on his teeth got into your blood system. This may tingle a bit.
Kara pools up her magic and releases it into the wound, finding the infected parts and clearing them out of the toxins. Terl was lucky that the infection had just been confined mainly to his leg because of his unique body. The rest of the infection could easily be cleared out on it’s own now that the source was destroyed.
Alright, that should do it. You have a bit of toxin still in there, but it will clear out on its own. Your blood is a bit unique however. I think it integrated some of the toxin in your system. You may be able to handle some of our more dangerous elements to you better because of it.
Kara looks at Terl up and down and chuckles.Terl, you’re at least three feet taller than most of the tallest men here, you’re probably WAY heavier than the average man plus a desk that’s made of one of the hardest metals on Earth so you don’t break it. Some of your weapons are longer than some of your minions. I don’t think a woman can break YOUR bones with a frying pan, much less leave a bruise.
The fact that you have female minions, many of them coming over from Zod himself, proves that they trust you more than they did him. They know you can make a difference for them. Right now, there’s a huge debate of women’s rights and you seem to know how to treat a lady better than him.
If Zod’s minions attack, I want them to know that the women can be just as dangerous as the men and I want the women to know how to protect themselves. They trust you Terl and have no reason to turn their back on you.
A weak smile appears on his lips.
There ARE ways to hurt me and I certainly learned to mistrust man-animals with skills in combat. If you… if you had SEEN what a small group of you humans can do to a planet of the size of your SUN, you would UNDERSTAND my prudence. I’m one of the last of my race, Kara. Being CARELESS is the last thing I can allow myself to be.
His smile turns into a smirk.
There is not much to THAT. I simply treat every man-animal as equal as possible. I don’t care if the one who might have destroyed something in the base is male or female. They have to be PUNISHED in the exact same way. Same goes for REWARDS.
Terl simply nods.
Very well. Then try your best at that. I, in the meantime, will pay our healer a VISIT. This WOUND of mine is slowly getting annoying…
Kara frowns.
So it IS hurting you. I haven’t met the healer yet, but I heard she uses plants and creams for wounds. They may not mix with your body too well since you’re not human. I can try to heal it with my magic if need be. It’s the reason my injuries healed so fast.
