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route666radio2025-07-04 01:32 pm
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I need help.
[ It's not the kind of comment one might normally expect out of Blake; usually so independant, and reluctant to rely on others for help. But there's a barely restrained panic in her voice that she's only mostly keeping under control as she tries to be clinical and informative about what she's facing. ]
My friend, Yang... some of you will know her. Lots of blonde hair, prosthetic, yellow muscle car. Likes to make dumb puns.
She-- she fell asleep and won't wake up again. I think she's turning into a Husk. There's a layer of metal on her skin and hair.
[ A pause as Blake audibly draws breath to compose herself. ]
Do we know anything about how to reverse the process?
[ It's not the kind of comment one might normally expect out of Blake; usually so independant, and reluctant to rely on others for help. But there's a barely restrained panic in her voice that she's only mostly keeping under control as she tries to be clinical and informative about what she's facing. ]
My friend, Yang... some of you will know her. Lots of blonde hair, prosthetic, yellow muscle car. Likes to make dumb puns.
She-- she fell asleep and won't wake up again. I think she's turning into a Husk. There's a layer of metal on her skin and hair.
[ A pause as Blake audibly draws breath to compose herself. ]
Do we know anything about how to reverse the process?
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[And just be a little extra reassuring, he adds:]
You made a good call.
[Sure enough, it’s only a few minutes later when Ren shows up at the van, announcing his arrival with a knock on the side.]
Hello?
[He’s never spoken with Yang or Blake before and doesn’t even know who he’s looking for, but that mural is unmistakeable.]
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When the knock comes, Blake calls: ]
Round here, at the back of the van.
[ She's got the back doors open to the evening night air. Inside, Yang is laying on the mattress and cushions Blake has pilfered over the months to make a bed; Blake herself sits on the edge, legs dangling out the back, bat wings folded around her shoulders.
She tries to pull up a friendly smile to greet Ren, but mostly fails. Her worry is overtaking it, but she gestures at Yang, at the thin covering of metal over her skin and hair. ]
There she is. She fell asleep not that long ago, and now she's... like that.
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Ren offers Blake a smile friendly enough for them both, but his eyes speak to understanding her worry. He’s relatively new here and doesn’t have real firsthand experience with the Husks, but sudden unconsciousness and a strange transformation is alarming nonetheless. Ren hums a quiet note of understanding and nods.]
I’ve picked up some healing magic since I got here. I don’t know if it will help, but I can try. May I?
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She takes a second to consider if it might do more harm than good. What are the drawbacks of healing magic? Could it damage Yang somehow? She has absolutely no idea. She doesn't know this guy, she doesn't know his intentions. She can only hope he's trustworthy, and... if healing magic could help, it's a chance worth taking. ]
If you think there's a chance, then, absolutely. I'd be grateful for the offer.
[ She hops down from the back of the van, giving Ren clear access to Yang. Cautiously, Blake ventures: ]
I didn't know developing healing magic here was possible.
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[Which is probably evident by the fact that he still appears entirely human. He shrugs.]
Maybe it’s because I could use healing magic back home?
[But he’s less interested in the why than in learning what he can do with his new skill. If healers are in short supply here, he’ll be able to make himself useful to the Convoy.
Ren climbs into the back of the van when Blake makes room for him, quiet and careful so as not to disturb Yang. He kneels next to her and sits back on his heels, studying her silently for a moment with a hand folded underneath his chin. This is definitely like nothing he’s ever seen before.
Finally, Ren nods to himself, resolved to give his best effort, even if he’s uncertain about whether he has the power to reverse this change. He gently takes one of Yang’s hands in both of his, closes his eyes, and concentrates.
The first time he accidentally tapped into this ability, he’d been with Akechi, fervently wishing to take the other boy’s pain into himself and leave him with peace in its place. Ren does the same now for Yang, envisioning himself as a magnet to safely draw out whatever it is that’s plaguing her and causing the metal covering to form.
A wispy shimmer of green energy begins to appear where their hands are joined. It grows larger and larger, swirling to envelop Yang like a cocoon. Ren continues to focus, and the cloud of energy continues to build, and Ren continues to slide deeper and deeper into the effort of channeling his inner strength into the task of healing …
… Until he suddenly goes slack and slumps to the van’s floor next to Yang, unconscious. Oops. The cloud dissipates.
Ren does not succeed in reviving Yang. He does, however, succeed at making the metal covering her extremely clean and shiny.]
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Her eyes widen in interest when shimmering green starts to rise, curling around Yang. Ren is so still, obviously deep in concentration. It starts to look like something might be happening, and then--
And then Ren just topples over.
Biting back a curse, Blake leans over to snag his shirt and catch him just before his head hits the mattress. Carefully, she lowers him down. Hovers a hand over his mouth to check for breathing, takes his pulse. Gnaws at her lower lip as she frets, but, never one to sit idle or waste time, she sets about making Ren comfortable. There's more than enough room for two on the mattress, so she slips a cushion under his head, and scares up a cold cloth to put over his forehead.
After that, all she can do is wait, sitting at the edge of the van's back, watching over them both in worry. ]