hagalaz | video ✺ And the arm bone's connected to the -- uhhh. Where -- oh, no. Oh, no?

[fehus]

[what's up MoM? have a somber looking blond teen with grey eyes, who appears to be sitting in the treetops]

Hey. Um, it's Magnus. Chase. Considering peoples' arms are dropping off in the street and powers are going nuts and old battle wounds are blasting open in supermarkets and ruining all the clementines and shit, I think it might be good if everybody knew how to get in touch with their friendly local healer. Uh, I'm one of those, but I'm like, also just one demi-dude, so if any healers willing to help out would respond to this post with a text about how their powers work and what cities they're usually in, we can figure out maybe kind of a rotation? Just to help people not go full Ron of the Dead, until somebody figures out how to fix the nanites. I'll leave a place in the post to put your info.

And everybody else, like, consider this an imPort-911 post? All the healers can track it so we can have better response times. And you can get in touch with specific healers if like, there's a specific need.

Uh, Nurse Chase out.

[have a deadpan peace sign, and then the feed going black]

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[fehus]

-- I knew you were familiar, holy Sif. No wonder you've got cash. Um, yeah, send the address. I'll be there within a couple minutes.

[dendarii]

Er. Well. The cash is separate, but - yes, thank you. I look forward to seeing you.

[fehus]

Sure. See you soon.

[action log y/n?]

[dendarii]

[ yy definitely. When Magnus arrives at the office, he will find Miles carefully laid out on a couch in the front room. One leg is propped awkwardly, clearly broken. He's also clutching at his face and cursing gently. In the time since talking to Magnus and him arriving, a long cut has opened across Miles' face. Shallow enough that he's in no danger, but it sure bleeds like crazy.

He continues to mutter under his breath. ]

Goddamn this whole crazy mess.

[fehus]

Hey, I'm coming in, it's Mag -- uhhh, that's new?

[he wasn't expecting the blood. either comfortingly or, well, not comfortingly, he at least doesn't seem shocked or really very moved by it, moving further into the room and slinging his backpack off his shoulder to the floor]

Norns, headwounds are so idiotically messy. I'll give you a towel to clean up in a sec, can I -- ?

[he comes to Miles' side, fingers touching carefully at the man's jaw, once he gains permission. out from them, against Miles' skin, is a warmth, that spreads slowly across his face -- not unlike the sensation of lying out underneath the sun as it rises. the cut starts to mend, instantly, skin stitching back together. a wave of peace accompanies it, like a local anesthetic, or maybe just outflow from the kind of powersource he's pulling from. Magnus, if Miles can see, is glowing faintly around the edges, his blond hair an electric-golden]

Old wound...? Or did you trip when you were sharpening your knife collection?

[dendarii]

[ Ah, there's the kid himself. Miles levers himself up - more embarrassed than anything, really. Here he is bleeding all over his nice furniture, in front of this nice young man. ]

Old wound, yes. Lucifer gave it to me as a souvenir about a year ago.

[ But that healing is utterly beautiful to feel. The cut seals itself easily under Magnus' gentle touch. And Miles is all too happy to relax into it; he's so used to healers working on him that Magnus is just one more. ]