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[forherprince]

[Lan fan comes on the screen looking determined--although possibly a bit perturbed as well (is this thing really working?)]

First and foremost, I am in search of an automail engineer. Does this... "Genessia" even have automail?

[From the technology she's seen it would certainly suggest it--or at least something equivalent.]

[She opens her mouth to say something else--but before she is able to a very loud and long sound is heard--unmistakably her stomach growling. Her eyes go wide for a moment before she ducks her head and averts her eyes to the side, face turning beat red.]

And where is a cheap place to get food...?



[Action//Genessia]

From what she gathered in the information available she felt lucky that she had at least arrived in this place clothed. If the gods or whatever it was that controlled this place had plucked her up a day sooner she would have been wandering around in nothing but her pants and bandages. The clothing she was wearing was not comfortable for her, at least not out in the open outside of the Yao palace. She was dressed in a simple black changpao and a trench coat, the left sleeve flapping at her side. Really the issue was her face being completely exposed. She was so used to being masked that being laid open like this was unnerving. The one benefit with her current garb was the fact that she didn't draw attention to herself.

With some effort she had talked herself out of any acrobatics to keep to the shadows or the roofs and out of sight--of course the buildings she came upon were either too spread out or too tall for that to really work anyway--and she really wasn't recovered yet. Doctor Knox had said a minimum of four to eight weeks for the amputation to fully heal. It hadn't even been a complete week yet. She probably shouldn't have been walking around as she was, but her paranoia as a retainer despite not having her charge wouldn't let her rest until she'd explored at least the immediate area around the communal space she was being provided with.

Still, she was weak and several times she felt herself swooning a bit from light-headedness and pain, stumbling only to catch herself on the nearest upright surface.

Comments

[theyseemeroland]

"Well, like I said, healing magic." Roland goes to put the little higgledy down again. "They've used it on me plenty of times with no ill effects, if you're worried about that."

[forherprince]

"Do I touch it...?" she asked, still unsure.

[theyseemeroland]

He shakes his head.

"You don't have to do anything but stand there. Or sit there. The higgledies will take care of it."

Roland cocks his head, with a cautious but friendly smile.

"Does that mean I have your consent?"

[forherprince]

She isn't willing to sit, standing she could at least react quicker if she had to. She side eyes him a bit before nodding once in acquiescence.



[ooc; would it work for this to be like a good dose of painkiller rather than full on healing? XD I'm an asshole and I want her to suffer through the healing process]

[theyseemeroland]

((That's what I had in mind anyway, so no worries!))

Roland nods in return, smile growing, before crouching down to talk to the higgledies.

"I'm not expecting a miracle. Just do what you can." He bobs his head at her, then steps back so they can work.

Several of the higgledies leap into the air, momentarily hovering around waist height as orbs of green-white light form around them. The same green-white light envelops Lan Fan's entire body, concentrated around her head and the stump of her missing arm.

The higgledies land, and the light fades, leaving only a sensation of having taken a top-notch painkiller, though without any of the side effects. And maybe a bit of a caffeine high.

[forherprince]

Her breath catches in her throat, taking another half step back. Of course she should have been expecting something like this--but considering the last time she saw anything remotely similar to strange creatures emitting light it was when Gluttony was swallowing whole fields of view out in that shack after Dr. Knox patched up her impromptu amputation.

But she manages not to panic--especially considering after just a few seconds the pain radiating from her stump starts to dissipate. She shifts in place, her footing losing that of a partially formed battle stance to just stand there instead, staring agape and wide-eyed at her shoulder. The pain was gone. At least for now. She could tell in some way that it would come back later but for the time being she could function again.

She looked back to him, color already starting to come back into her face, that hard edge she had held softening just a bit.

"Thank you."

[theyseemeroland]

The higgledies at his feet joyfully hop up and down, while Roland just cheerfully shakes his head.

"No problem. Will you promise to get it properly taken care of so I don't have to do that again?"

[forherprince]

"I am in the process," she answered. It wasn't a lie, but it also wasn't the most pertinent course of action. Going to the hospital for treatment and allowing herself the correct amount of time to heal--that was what she probably should have been doing.

[theyseemeroland]

"Mm-hm." He's not exactly convinced. "Well, I guess I'd better get out of your hair... unless you want me to stick around." But considering how she reacted earlier, he gets the feeling that she values her space.

He pauses, looking thoughtful.

"I'm Roland, by the way."

[forherprince]

She offered a slight bow, pausing a moment before responding--after all she wasn't used to giving out her name or allowing people to see her face.

"Lan Fan."