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Okay, so, two things.

One, anyone know how to reattach an arm? Like... fuck, I dunno, I guess you could just sew that shit back on. Or like... heal it on? Anyone got any magic wand-waving bullshit for that? Or science it back on, I guess, since holy fuck this is the moon, and all. Hey, are we over that part yet? Cuz I'm pretty fucking jaded. Turns out they weren't kidding when they said that thing about no one hearing you scream in space! They can't hear you bitch in space, either. It blows serious donkey balls out there, once you get your ass over the moonwalking part.

Oh, right, thing two. Anyone seen a decapitated head anywhere? Blond hair, rotted out eyes, answers to Luke? You just lemme know if you seen that little scamp, 'kay? He ran off somewhere, can't turn my back for a goddamn second on that fucker.

[ feel free to have spied Jan's missing head-trophy anywhere around the moon base :') it got shrunken and preserved somewhere along the line, and could pretty much have been left anywhere. ]

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[ Man she doesn't even know why she's helping. Part of her can't help it, apparently. ]

Yeah, I guess this will work better. So, um...let's find somewhere you can sit. And roll your sleeve. On both ends.

[ And she's going to make her way to a table while trying not to stare at the detached arm. Jeez. ]

[ He obligingly takes a seat at the table they make it to, sets his arm down on top, and wiggles out of his zip-up jacket. There's a few miscellaneous tattoos, several scars of varying ages, and one misplaced-looking burned brand of a gryphon crest at his neck. Then, of course, the stump of his left arm, which is nothing pretty to look at. About all you can say about that is that it's not actively bleeding. ]

Here you go! Do your thing, God-chick.

[ ...ew ew ew ew ew.

Then again, Ella has burned demons to a crisp, not to mention make them explode right in front of her. This shouldn't be such a big deal, but it kind of is. Maybe it's because Jan isn't actively trying to kill her, she assumes.

Taking a deep breath (while turning away from the stump and the severed arm, of course) she steadies herself and sits next to him. She holds the arm in one hand, and places the other near the stump, although not quite over it. ]

Okay, alright. Let's see.

[ Eyes closed, Ella lets her power flow through the severed arm first, and then places it against the stump, totally trying not to puke. Slowly, she starts to feel the connections between them, and almost without meaning she starts melting both ends together. "Melting" is the word that comes to her mind, and that's pretty much how it looks on the outside.

Then a shiver goes down her spine. Without opening her eyes, Ella makes a face. ]

W-wow, just what are you again? You're not dead, but you're not...well, I'm not sure. This is going to take a little bit longer.

[ Jan watches with interest — and then a widening grin, when the bits of his arm start melting together. God, how cool is that? ]

Vampire, you said it already! [ He just happens to be a fake vampire made by science. Whatever, whatever. ] Long as it doesn't take more'n an hour, I'm good. But I got shit to do, so.

Yeah but- it's weird.

[ She hasn't healed one before, so yeah. Weird. A few more minutes pass and then she just lets go.

The arm is united and doesn't look like it was severed at all. Sighing, Ella rubs her hands together, feeling still a little cold. ]

And that was that.

[ He takes his arm back, lifts it, bends experimentally at the elbow. So far so good. He flexes his fingers next, hopeful — and that works too.

Wow. He's 100% unused to people actually doing stuff for him, and Ella gets a slightly suspicious and wary glance. That lasts right up until he grins and folds down the ring finger of his newly-attached hand, granting the cafeteria at large a general shocker. ]

Dude, right the fuck on! Good as new! Shit, I thought I was gonna have to get my tats redone.

[ Jan, that's not how you say "thank you". ]

Yeah, you're welcome.

[ She's not offended at all though, since he looks genuinely pleased. That's basically why she helped him anyway. ]

Just try to keep all your limbs attached for a while, alright?

[ He drops his hand and glances over again, grin falling away into something a shade more subdued. ]

What'd you say your name was?

[ If she even did. He can't remember, and who looks at tables via tablet? Lame. ]

[ She didn't, because he didn't ask. Until now at least. ]

I'm Ella Ellis. I suppose it's a little too late to say it, but nice to meet you.

[ He thinks for .5 seconds about actually acknowledging her nicety or treating this as an introduction, then tosses that thought immediately out the window. Boring. Besides, this is more important. ]

You got one favor. [ He sticks up a finger — on the new hand — for emphasis. ] Just one. Eventually, whenever you think of it, whatever. And I can't kill anyone right now so don't fucking ask.

One favor, got it.

[ At least he didn't try to pay her or something. Ella is tempted to tell him to drink only from the blood the Infirmary might give him, but she feels that's not the way she wants to make sure he doesn't kill anyone.

Besides, she has no evidence he'll be true to his word, even if she's fairly sure he wouldn't just say something like that. ]

With any luck I won't really use it, but there's always an edge on having some last resource. And, uh, if you need blood there's always the Infirmary? Or there's another reason you can't kill anyone?

Doesn't fuckin' matter.

[ He pushes himself up from the table and pulls on his jacket again (after fighting briefly with the tied-off sleeve that isn't necessary anymore). He hadn't wanted to mention the no-killing bit exactly in case she asked about it, but what if she'd asked for murder? It could make things super awkward. But hey, at least he can ignore any inquiries. ]

I didn't heal you to ask you to kill someone, jeez.

[ She just looks at him standing. ]

I guess you'll be on your way now? Let me know if you get in trouble again, I won't even charge a favor next time, if that makes you feel better.

[ squints... ]

Dude, are you telling me to get my limbs ripped off some more? Cold.

[ Ella actually chuckles. ]

I get it, you gotta sound like a jerk no matter what. Have a nice day.

Yeah, whatever.

[ That means "you too". And it's on that note that he turns, stuffs his hands(!!!) into his pockets, and stalks off. ]

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well thread is getting gross. cw... for... stumps?

ew ew ew ew ew...

are you questioning why you tagged this post yet

actually I'm finally finishing the manga

an arduous task, i wish you luck

/softly weeps and sinks into grandiose speeches about war

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