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 Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 3:16 pm
She remained in the chair eyes flickering, watching the doctor prepare for its work.
A lone finger hovered just above her heart, cold and dead it still made a likely place for her FEAR to start right or... "You might want to try lower." She tapped her stomach right above the naval, "When I use my FEAR, it feels like something, something down there from the core of me. Cold. Lots of cold, like a fire sort of. But beyond that, start when ever you want too."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 11:52 am
"As you say, then..." Malodore closed its eyes for a moment, forcing itself into a calm state, the proper state for a doctor interacting with a 'patient'. It then knelt in front of the chair, opening its eyes again and moving its hand forward, folding its fingers inward so that it touched Sammy with the ball of its thumb.
Cold fire... yes, it could feel that, like banked flames coiled in Sammy's gut. Its eyes slipped closed once more as its own FEAR told it about the many branches splitting away from Sammy's core, a sort of circulatory system that had nothing to do with mere blood or ichor. Slowly its thumb moved, following one particular branch up, around one side of her and towards her skeletal arm.
"Let me know if, ah, I make you uncomfortable at all," it said, its own voice sounding very loud to it.
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