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Mold smiled at Flash Forward, starting to focus on shedding her plating to make caring for her easier. "I'm still human you know. I'll live, but I need to recover a lot. Go help Madame Tight Britches, and when you get to the hospital I'll be in the room with the most flowers." She winked at Flash, then made shooing motions at him. "Go on now, a hero's work is never done. I'll call in to HQ on my way out and let them know the situation."

@Polaris North

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Blarp, I forgot how to mention

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Mold focused her vision enough to look up at Flash Forward. He had always seemed to have a better eye for the big picture than she did, and typically came prepared for anything. It didn't Surprise her at all that he had an ambulance on standby for any reason. A gurgling chuckle rose from her throat, and her voice when she talked sounded like it was being filtered through an inch of water.

"So thoughtful..." she said, coughing to clear the blood from her throat. When she spoke again, her words were a bit clearer. "I wouldn't mind a little help at that, if nobody else needs it more. I've lost a lot of blood, and replacing it on my own will take a lot of time." Mold closed her eyes, tired from her rapid healing. "'Fraid I won't make it far on my own. Even I can't heal broken bones that fast."

Mirror, Fox, Key

Got it

Mirror, Fox, Key

So, how and why does the crystal thing happen? Also does using Magic have nasty side effects?

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Feela had never seen so many people in her life. She stared dumbfounded at the number of bodies crammed into one place. She would never be able to watch all of them at the same time, and any one of them could be waiting to kill her as soon as she turned her back.

Her first instinct was to run as far and fast as she could and never look back. All she had to do was pick a direction and keep going, and eventually she would find the edge of this insane place. Her right foot pulled back to turn her body away but before she could go further there was a tug at her arm. Rather, as she looked down she realized that her hands were locked in a death grip around a fold in the boy's shirt, unable to let go. Instead she tried to be as small as she possibly could be and hide behind the boy, trusting him not to be the bait for some elaborate trap.

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Tsubaki looked up from her project at the club President, slowly shifting her gaze from her to the awkward boy in the doorway. With a nearly imperceptible nod, she carefully transferred the projector from her lap to the table and stood up, brushing herself off and moving across the room toward the door.

As she passed the president, she paused momentarily and motioned over to the abandoned projector again. "I need to take it home to finish repairs anyway." She stated in her quiet, breathy voice. "I'll stop by later to pick it up, and return it in the morning."

Opening a closet by the door, Tsubaki retrieved one of the school's better cameras and a tripod to mount it on. Also picking up her bag with her laptop inside, she silently motioned for the boy to move out of the way and lead her.

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While Light came out of it unscathed, Mold probably looks like she's already dead. Bones broken at terrible angles, armor plates ripped off, blood everywhere. She can repair all the damage, but at minimum she's looking at a week in a wheelchair

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In case you were wondering, sitting on top of a shockwave capable of flipping cars from a distance isn't good for you.

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Pain.

It took a few seconds for Mold to struggle through her agonyand shut down her pain receptors. She was lying face up on the ground several yards away from where she had been. Closing her eyes, she spread her focus through her body, trying to figure out what had happened. The answer her body had given her was not reassuring.

Twelve broken bones, six ruptured organs, major spine damage, fifty two open blood vessels, and lacerations across her entire body. She must look like she was already dead to anybody else. Probably the only reason she was still alive at all was that her brain was encased in a shell of carbon. Still, by the time she was up and moving again, the right would be long over. Instead, she calmly began work on repairing the damage, starting with the critical organs first.