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(no subject) (part 2)

Here is an overflow log for the Black Rock, New Mexico mission! The original log is here, and the OOC information is here. Start new threads or continue old ones, this is just some more room for it to grow into.

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I'd be surprised if any of us were beforehand! Time traveling, I think there's probably a few familiar with that, but this sort of purposeful meddling... I'm a medic myself, where I'm from.

( More or less walking them toward one of the few buildings in town, a parlor run as part of the hotel. )

I'm finding it hard to believe this is even real.

Fortunately or otherwise, reality doesn't much mind if we don't believe in it. Besides, you can feel it's real, even if you don't believe it yet. What's the alternative? An elaborate dream? Mass hallucination?

It can be a lot of things, probably.

[Poison, hallucination, drugs, he can list a bunch.]

It could. Though I really doubt it is.

( She nodded her head toward a set of stairs. )

Even if it is, where's the harm in treating it seriously as long as it is your present reality?

You might, I don't know, get sucked into it a little too much.

Too sucked in to be pulled back out again?

( Opening the door and gesturing for him to head on through, if he's so inclined. )

Maybe, you know. Maybe.

[You're actually a really nice teenager, thank you pink-haired stranger. He'll just stand aside and wait for her to pass through the doors herself.]

( She hesitates for a heartbeat, then nods her head to him and steps through the door. She's keeping her attention on him, fully prepared for him to try running away.

It's a problem shinobi have with shinobi patients. She wouldn't be in the least surprised. )

Spending too much time on the maybes will drive you mad.

[He knows that very well.]

Better to just not ask too many questions here, huh?

Better to at least be used to having nothing concrete for an answer.

( She pulls a chair out for him at one of the small round tables further away from the window. It's cooler, not by much, but enough to be noticed here inside. )

Would you mind sitting for a moment?

[Ollie narrows his eyes a little.

Oh, God, he knows what she's doing now.]

Sure.

[He'll just keep playing along and sit down for now...]

How do you feel about the color green?

( She looks curious, not seating herself so much as standing... to his side. )

It's just a color, why?

[WHAT THE HELL...]

Because the way I heal carries a funny green glow to it, that's all.

( At this, she pulls one glove off her hand, offering it to him palm up. Nothing's there, and at first it looks like nothing will be. Then slowly, her hand is encased by a energy just at the edge of vision, green like the colors of new spring. )

Depending on your world of origin, this isn't something you've seen before.

( Hopefully the hologram compensates for this weirdness whoops )

[Ollie just narrows his eyes. Might as well accept it, like she said, right?]

Definitely not.

[Whatever this all is, it's gonna be a trip.]

( Pooling chakra in her hands is as natural as breathing after this long. She doesn't need physical contact, per say, but to avoid roving hands over wounds she hasn't seen, she places one hand on his shoulder and directs her chakra based on her knowledge of anatomy.

She's cautious, eyes narrowing in concentration as the warm, almost tingling energy spread out from his shoulder through the rest of his torso.

What she finds, she encourages to knit, a direct energy bolstering that ultimately will leave them both famished and thirsty, depending on the severity. There's no limit on her access to chakra, collar she wore under her nondescript bandana around her neck catching some of the light at last as she leans forward. )

What happened to you?

( She asks, attention divided between her patient and keeping herself aware of her surroundings and the people within them. )

Car accident.

[Woah, alright, that feels... weird. Different. He can feel the energy surging through. Hopefully she won't ask too much more about that. It's the only lie he can come up with that would cover for his wounds well enough.]

( All of her experience with car accidents has been recent, from while at the Port. She's not buying that with what she's feeling, but -- she humms something like a note of acceptance.

But I don't need to be the one who cares. )

Might want to avoid any more of that for a while for a while. Doesn't seem like your lucky pursuit.

( No, she tells herself. But I can still call something stupid when I see it. )

You seem like the kind that ends up being a little... accident prone. No offense meant.

( It's a methodical process, taking longer because she is keeping herself restrained. She's almost reminded of working with Kankurou during the extraction of poison from his system, but even then she'd had freedom to move her hands. )

I'll try to keep that in mind next time I'm in a car.

[He's usually pretty good at avoiding major accidents but this... this was really out of his usual M.O. The Island prepared him, sure, but did it make him good enough to face off something like this?

Who knows.]

Might be better for your long-term health if you do.

( But she knows the type. It's not even necessary that they go out looking for trouble. Trouble has a way of finding them. )

It might be. I guess it'll be a matter of time before we find out.

[Yeah, right. Like he'd ever stop being a vigilante so soon.]

Or we find you dead.

( Said with a smile and a polite pat of his shoulder. )

Don't throw yourself under the bus and eat regularly, you'll be fine. Take care, sir.

( She steps back, bowing partially before she checks herself and turns it into a crouch down at floor level, picking up the nothing that she'd "seen." )

Goodday, ma'am.

( Said to the proprietress as she makes her way out again. )

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