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[foriamhere]

I unfortunately missed my opportunity to sit down with Miss Orihime Inoue while she was here in regards to her healing abilities, but perhaps there is someone else here who may have a similar power.

As I understood it, Miss Inoue's power essentially "reversed time" to actually eliminate a wound as though it had never occurred. I would say that I am in need of a healer, but that isn't exactly accurate. I sustained a serious injury years ago that required a number of my internal organs to be removed. I am able to survive without them, but the side effects are severe. In my own world I've been helped as much as I can be, but here there may be more options.

If there is anyone with an ability that may help me in this I would be grateful to know it.



[ooc; anon because like hell does he want everyone and their uncle to know what is actually wrong with him :/]

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[sleepingbagsensei]

[Yeah. He will let that imagination run wild if All Might has any.]

Nothing major, all is alligator lenses.

Understandable. Last thing we need to do is give some of your fans false hope. And some of the ones here don't know, as you said. In any case, it's better you repair yourself what we have available here.

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[foriamhere]

[A-alligator lenses... :|]

Honestly I'll be satisfied if someone can just help me get back out of the bottom hundredth percentile of my weight class. Not coughing up blood anymore would just be a bonus.

[Because seriously, the constant coughing and hemorrhaging was irritating and alarming for other people, but being severely underweight had the better chance of actually killing him.]

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[sleepingbagsensei]

[Next he wonders why All Might stare into his eyes.]

First, and most important, a balance diet, and gradually intake more food when your body functions properly.

Next, an exercise schedule. Again. Start small before working your way back to health.

Then you can have some beer.

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[foriamhere]

[Because they're so dark and smouldering when they're not bloodshot, duh. Or he's just waiting for some second or third eyelid to blink >_>;]

Yeah, well. No sense getting the cart before the horse. First I need to see if this even works.

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[foriamhere]

[It's a couple hours before All Might returns to Fairy Haven--and from the look of him nothing appears to be different than usual. He's still his normal tall skinny self, hollow cheeks, too-thin lips and sunken eyes--though said eyes are looking a bit bloodshot if anyone can actually tell.]

[He goes up to the bar and orders tea, unusual for a bar but typical for him and sits, hands folded on the bar top and just staring blankly into space. When the bar tender gives him his drink he thanks her and just continues to stare off into space.]

[The technical term for this was shock, wasn't it?]

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[sleepingbagsensei]

[Aizawa was at the bar before All Might showed up, evidence of an empty mug. He happened to step away for a bit. Not like he was worried, not him nope.

But when he did returned, he found an All Might resting by the bar counter. He looked the same, so... did it work? Aizawa approached the counter calmly.]

Yo.

[foriamhere]

[He doesn't actually notice Aizawa until the man speaks, which probably says more to his state of might than anything else could.]

HEY!

[He raises a hand in greeting, smiling brightly now that something has his attention.]

[Mixed signals are mixed.]

[sleepingbagsensei]

[He takes a seat one seat away from All Might. Nothing personal. Mix signals meets curious vibes.]

How did it go?

[foriamhere]

[As someone as tall as he is he can appreciate a little elbow room so no offense taken. The big grin fades a bit, a small smile still there, but that weird hazy look coming back again. He turns back to his untouched tea, his upraised hand dropping down to touch the left side of his chest where the center of his scars had been, his breath hitching all over again at the smoothness he could feel through his shirt.]

It... ah... [he let out the smallest laugh at himself and how off balance he was.] It worked... [his smile started to pull back into a grin again. and he tapped two fingers against his left side.] I wouldn't be able to tell except... [another laugh] I can feel my left lung when I breathe...

[Of course that was just the tip of the iceberg as far as what was wrong with him, but if one organ had been reconstructed then it was a fair bet to say the others were as well, not to mention the mess that had been his rib cage.]

It's... a lot to take in... [He smiled apologetically. He knew he wasn't acting normal by a fairly wide margin.]