#and reattaching it with permanent painful nerve damage

[citrine-elephant]

the krauser/leon parallels thing. with krauser being what leon could have turned into if he turned into... hehee... his own resident evil-

anyways, so what if leon got injured in a similar way that drove krauser towards bad boy hours (i believe...? his arm injury...?)

taking leon's entire arm. yoink.

[howtofightwrite]

I’m gonna be honest, I’m not very good at numbers and visualizing how much power is needed to do something, so I felt it would be good to ask you.

How much force/how strong would a character need to be in order to cut off a hand as quickly as possible? For context, my character in a scene is being infected with a sort of symbiote, and quickly tries to hack it off before infection reaches the brain. It’s also not in an apocalyptic environment, they have access to medical equipment. (that bill is gonna make their pockets cry tho)

This is one of those times when it's about having the right tool, not about the effort. A fire axe should take off their hand pretty efficiently with one quick blow. Now, I'm not sure how well they could do this on their own, or if they'd really need an ally to lop off their hand. I'm pretty sure you could get it done with a machete, though probably not as easily. I'd also wonder about an old-school paper cutter. There's a lot of industrial equipment that will happily lop off an unwanted limb, though, keeping it intact after removal is a different topic entirely.

Surgically reattaching the hand could be a bit of work. Assuming no magical medical technology, replacing the hand isn't a simple process. The original hand needs to be in good condition (and I'm assuming, symbiote free.) You can't fully repair the nerve connections in the severed appendage, so, while there's going to be some use of the hand, it's never going to be back at 100% (again, assuming there's no magical way to regenerate the nerve endings), age is a factor here, children have a better chance of regaining more functionality, but for an adult, it's going to be imperfect at best.

I've never interacted with someone who's undergone replantation, but, from experiences in the past with friends who had suffered nerve damage in their limbs, I'd expect numbness in some parts of the hand (or the entire hand, potentially), and limited manual dexterity. (It's possible some fingers or joints simply wouldn't work anymore.)

Additional surgical procedures may be needed, particularly for nerve grafting and adjusting tendons. In some cases the reattached limb needs to be removed and replaced with a prosthetic due to chronic pain.

Replantation technology will probably improve over into the future. But, at least presently, your character would still have a permanent injury, that impaired the use of that hand from that point forward. It's not a situation where you can glue your hand back on.

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[windywriter]

Thinking abt dungeon meshi and how marcille vs falin's ways of healing encapsulates the main message of the story.

Marcille heals the "normal" way (i.e it hurts like hell every time bc the nerves are surging from suddenly being remade). And while yes it does hurt a lot. The pain might actually be a really good sign because it could mean tissue is reconnecting properly.

Meanwhile falin sort of cheats the system by dampening the person's pain. And while it is nice and helps lessen the burden on the other it can be dangerous for multiple reasons. For example let's say Falin is reattaching someone's limb, she does her usual trick of there being no pain. However because there is no pain being felt there is a less than 0% of that limb simply just being reattached and not fully healed properly. Of course falin being a seasoned adventurer would probably take thar percentile into acct but it's a dangerous game overall. This chance of error getting higher and higher the more delicate the organs she's healing. There's a reason why nerve damage is tricky to heal.

This relates to the main theme of the story being "eating is a privilege of the living". Because falin's form of healing is an attempt at an action without consequences. Much like how the demon wants everyone to live in total bliss where they get every single thing they want no matter how depraved or hedonistic it may be. It is an easy answer. An answer that tries to soften or ignore the cruel consequences, but in reality the consequences of trying to circumvent those painful ones can are a dangerous game at best, and at worst playing into the interests of someone who doesn't care about yours.

Now I'm not saying falin is /bad/ for using that form of healing. In fact it shows a really interesting peek into her character as well as shows the amount of skill she has as a healer. I mean she is juggling not only reconstructing flesh and bone shes also working with supressing a person's sense of pain long enough for them to not notice it during the healing process but works quickly enough so she doesnt end up permanently messing up their nerves.

And really, that encapsulates falin's character. She's a people pleaser. She works quietly but quickly as to not disturb others. She is the opposite of Laios in that she always keeps the thoughts of others in her mind. Yet at the same time she's sort of similar to him in that she tends to just go with what she thinks is best even if it may not be socially acceptable.

I wonder if that's why, at the very end, it was the demon who told her to go back to the painfully beautiful world of the living. Their final "curse".

[justkidneying]

Why you can't actually transplant eyes (yet)

This one didn't win the poll, but someone specifically asked for this topic, so I'll write about it anyways. Also, as someone who is working towards being a trauma surgeon, this is a topic I'm really passionate about.

So, I think a lot of people have a misconception about whether or not it is possible to transplant eyes. We transplant a lot of other stuff, so why not eyes? Well, you can transplant pieces of the eye, like the cornea, the clear part at the front of your eye (which is avascular). You can also replace the lens with an artificial one (the lens is also avascular). This is how you can fix cataracts, just taking out the old shitty lens and putting in a clear new one. That procedure can be done in a clinic in like thirty minutes (which is fuckin crazy if you ask me).

But what we're talking about here is taking out the entire eyeball and replacing it with a donor eye. It sounds cool as hell, so why is it so hard? First off, the eye is a part of the central nervous system (the first two cranial nerves, are in fact part of the CNS, not the PNS). So the optic nerve (CN II) is what carries special sensory information to the dorsal brain (occipital lobe). To control eye movement, you have CN III, IV, and VI (oculomotor, trochlear, and abducens nerves). The oculomotor nerve controls eye movement, pupil constriction, and the upper eyelid. The trochlear nerve controls movement of the eye downwards, outwards, or to the nose. The abducens nerve moves the eye outwards. Several other nerves are involved in keeping the gaze level with movement, visual tracking, and parasympathetic/sympathetic functions (rest and digest vs. fight or flight). The point is, eye nerves are complicated as hell.

The blood flow to parts of the eye is also very complicated, and is very difficult to properly reattach for full perfusion (esp the retina).

Now, onto the good parts. So the eye is what is called "immune privileged." This means it has protections against the immune function of the body (to avoid autoimmune attacks). The eye has no lymphatics, few immune cells, and immune suppressing chemicals. This makes it a great place for implants, as it is unlikely that the body will attack the foreign tissue (stem cell implants are becoming more common).

The first whole eye transplant was done about a year ago (November 2023), and so far the eye is still there with adequate blood flow. However, the guy can't actually see out of it. The surgery took 21 hours and involved a huge team of some of the best surgeons in the world. It was not an easy thing to do. They also implanted some stem cells with the optic tract in hopes to regenerate it, but that still hasn't restored vision in the eye. So, while this case is a major win in the area of eye transplants, there is still a ways to go.

So why do we even need to do so many eye transplants? Well, all kinds of things can lead to the loss of the eye, whether it be disease or trauma. Surgeons try very hard to keep the eyes in a patient, but that isn't always possible. Sometimes the tissue is too destroyed for repair or the damage causes permanent pain. Enucleation is the removal of the eye. Usually, as much of the optic nerve is left as possible, as well as the musculature. Possible options after healing include fake eyes (like glass ones), which can be crazy realistic and can be moved with the eye muscles.

I hope this was an interesting read, and thanks for reading my ramblings. I didn't feel like the typical post format would work for this one, and I like to imagine it like a bonus since it didn't win the poll, lol.

[cameronparkfamilydentistry]

Common Dental Emergencies and Solutions: When to See an Emergency Dentist

Dental emergencies can happen without warning, leaving you in pain and unsure of what to do. Knowing how to handle them is essential. Here’s a guide to common dental emergencies and tips for immediate action:

Knocked-Out Tooth: Quick Steps to Save It

If a tooth is knocked out, handle it by the crown (not the root), rinse gently with milk or water, and try to reinsert it. If this isn’t possible, place the tooth in milk or a tooth-preserving solution and seek immediate care. Time is critical; you need to see an emergency dentist within 30 minutes for the best chances of saving the tooth.

Severe Toothache: At-Home Relief and When to Visit a Dentist

For severe tooth pain, try rinsing with salt water, taking over-the-counter pain medication, applying a cold compress, and using clove oil for temporary relief. However, if the pain lasts more than 1-2 days, is accompanied by swelling or fever, or is injury-related, it’s time to visit an emergency dentist. Persistent pain could signal an infection or other serious dental issue.

Broken Tooth: Emergency Action Plan

Different breaks require different actions. For minor chips, rinse with warm water and use dental wax to cover sharp edges until you can see a dentist. For larger cracks or severe breaks (especially if the nerve is exposed), rinse and apply a cold compress, then seek emergency care immediately. Leaving these untreated can lead to further complications.

Dental Abscess: Symptoms and Treatment

A dental abscess is a serious infection marked by severe pain, fever, swelling, and sensitivity to temperature. If untreated, it can spread to other parts of the body, making it a serious emergency. Treatment usually involves draining the abscess, treating the infection, and antibiotics.

Lost Filling or Crown: What to Do

Losing a filling or crown exposes the tooth and can cause discomfort. If this happens, rinse the area and use dental cement to protect the tooth temporarily. Reattach the crown with dental cement or toothpaste if possible, and avoid chewing on the affected side. These issues are not always emergencies, but prompt treatment prevents further damage.

Dental Trauma in Children: A Parent’s Guide

Children are more prone to dental injuries due to falls and accidents. For knocked-out baby teeth, don't try to reinsert them—contact a dentist for advice. If it's a permanent tooth, follow the knocked-out tooth steps for adults. Cracked or chipped teeth should be assessed by a dentist, especially if there's pain or swelling.

When to Seek Emergency Care

While at-home remedies can provide temporary relief, professional dental care is often necessary. Always contact your emergency dentist in Cameron Park, CA, if you're unsure about the severity of the situation. Dental emergencies left untreated can lead to more significant problems, so it’s important to act quickly.

Prevention Tips Regular dental check-ups, good oral hygiene, and wearing mouthguards during sports can reduce the risk of dental emergencies. Taking these precautions and knowing how to respond can protect your smile and overall health.

Your Emergency Dental Ally At Cameron Park Family Dentistry, we provide expert care to handle any dental emergency. Don’t hesitate to contact us if you're facing an emergency. Quick, professional care can save your teeth and relieve pain effectively.

[hillsdental]

The Critical Role of Emergency Dentists: Immediate Care for Urgent Dental Issues

Dental emergencies can occur without warning, causing significant pain and distress. Whether it’s a severe toothache, a knocked-out tooth, or an injury to the jaw, these situations demand prompt attention. Emergency dentist Rouse hill are essential in providing immediate care to alleviate pain, prevent further damage, and ensure the best possible outcome. This blog delves into the importance of emergency dentists, common dental emergencies, and what to expect during an emergency dental visit.

Understanding Dental Emergencies

Dental emergencies encompass a variety of situations that require urgent care to relieve pain, stop bleeding, or save a tooth. Some common dental emergencies include:

Severe Toothache: Intense, persistent tooth pain that doesn’t respond to over-the-counter pain relief. Knocked-Out Tooth: A tooth that has been completely dislodged from its socket due to trauma. Broken or Chipped Tooth: Damage caused by accidents, sports injuries, or biting down on hard objects. Lost Filling or Crown: When a filling or crown falls out, exposing the sensitive area of the tooth. Dental Abscess: A painful, pus-filled infection in the tooth or gums. Soft Tissue Injuries: Cuts, tears, or punctures in the mouth, lips, cheeks, or tongue. Broken Jaw: Fractures or dislocations of the jaw, often resulting from trauma.

The Role of Emergency Dentists

Emergency dentists are trained to handle these urgent situations swiftly and effectively. Their role is critical in:

Pain Management: Providing immediate relief from acute pain through various treatments such as pain medication, nerve blocks, or emergency root canals. Preserving Teeth: Quick action can often save teeth that have been knocked out or severely damaged. For instance, a knocked-out tooth has the highest chance of being saved if reinserted within an hour of the incident. Preventing Infections: Treating abscesses and other infections promptly to prevent them from spreading to other parts of the body, which could lead to serious health complications. Stopping Bleeding: Managing soft tissue injuries to control bleeding and reduce the risk of further damage. Restoring Functionality: Repairing damaged teeth and oral structures to restore normal function and appearance.

Why Timely Intervention Matters

Prompt attention in dental emergencies can make a significant difference in the outcome. Delaying treatment can lead to complications, prolonged pain, and increased treatment costs. Here are some reasons why timely intervention is crucial:

Preventing Permanent Damage: Quick action can save teeth and prevent the need for more invasive procedures like extractions and implants.

Reducing Pain and Suffering: Immediate treatment alleviates severe pain, improving the patient’s comfort and quality of life.

Avoiding Complications: Untreated infections can spread, leading to more serious health issues like sepsis.

Minimizing Costs: Addressing dental emergencies promptly can reduce the need for extensive and costly treatments in the future.

What to Expect During an Emergency Dental Visit

During an emergency dental visit, the dentist will first assess the situation to determine the severity of the problem. This may involve taking X-rays to get a clear view of the affected area. The dentist will then provide the necessary treatment, which may include:

Pain Relief: Administering local anesthesia or prescribing pain medication to alleviate discomfort. Stabilizing the Condition: Performing procedures to stabilize the patient’s condition, such as reattaching a knocked-out tooth or applying a temporary filling. Treatment Plan: Developing a treatment plan for any follow-up care needed to fully resolve the issue.

How to Handle a Dental Emergency

Knowing what to do in a dental emergency can make a significant difference. Here are some steps to take:

Severe Toothache: Rinse your mouth with warm water, floss to remove any trapped debris, and apply a cold compress to reduce swelling. Knocked-Out Tooth: Handle the tooth by the crown, rinse it gently without scrubbing, and try to reinsert it into the socket. If that’s not possible, store it in milk or saline solution and see an emergency dentist immediately. Broken Tooth: Rinse your mouth with warm water and save any broken pieces. Apply a cold compress to reduce swelling and see an emergency dentist. Lost Filling or Crown: Use dental cement or sugarless gum to cover the exposed area and seek dental care promptly. Abscess: Rinse your mouth with salt water and see a dentist immediately. Avoid popping or draining the abscess yourself. Soft Tissue Injuries: Clean the area gently with water, apply a cold compress, and seek emergency care if the bleeding doesn’t stop.

Conclusion

Emergency dentists play a crucial role in providing immediate care during dental crises, ensuring pain relief, preventing further damage, and preserving oral health. Understanding the importance of timely intervention and knowing how to respond to dental emergencies can make all the difference in maintaining your smile and overall well-being. If you ever find yourself in a dental emergency, don’t hesitate to seek immediate help from an emergency dentist. Your swift action could save your teeth and alleviate your pain, leading to a quicker and smoother recovery.

[edwardstony2512]

Emergency Dental Treatment in Scottsdale: When and Where to Seek Help

Introduction

Dental emergencies can be distressing, painful, and often occur when least expected. Whether it's a severe toothache, a knocked-out tooth, a broken crown, or any other dental issue, knowing when and where to seek emergency dental treatment in Scottsdale, or any other location, is crucial for timely and effective care. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore common dental emergencies, the steps to take during a dental crisis, and where to find help in Scottsdale. Being prepared and informed can make all the difference in managing a dental emergency effectively.

Common Dental Emergencies:

Severe Toothache: An intense, persistent toothache can indicate an underlying issue such as an abscess, decay, or a damaged nerve. It can be accompanied by swelling or sensitivity to hot or cold temperatures.

Knocked-Out Tooth: A knocked-out tooth is a time-sensitive emergency. Quick action can sometimes save the tooth. Handle the tooth by the crown (top), not the root, and try to reinsert it into its socket gently. If this is not possible, store it in a container of milk or saline solution and seek immediate dental care.

Broken or Chipped Tooth: A broken or chipped tooth can result from an accident or injury. Rinse your mouth with warm water, and if there's bleeding, apply gentle pressure with gauze or a clean cloth. Collect any tooth fragments and seek dental treatment.

Dislodged Crown or Filling: A dislodged dental crown or filling can be uncomfortable and leave the affected tooth vulnerable. If possible, reposition the crown temporarily using dental adhesive or temporary dental cement from a pharmacy. See a dentist promptly to permanently reattach or replace the crown or filling.

Abscess or Oral Infection: An abscess is a painful pocket of pus that can form at the root of a tooth or between the teeth and gums. It can lead to severe pain, swelling, and fever. Oral infections are potentially serious and require immediate dental attention to prevent the infection from spreading.

Soft Tissue Injuries: Injuries to the lips, cheeks, or tongue can result from accidents or biting. These injuries can cause bleeding and discomfort. Rinse the affected area gently with warm water and apply pressure with gauze or a clean cloth to stop bleeding.

Steps to Take During a Dental Emergency:

Stay Calm: The first and most crucial step during a dental emergency is to stay calm. Panic can worsen the situation and cloud your judgment. Take a deep breath and try to assess the dental emergency calmly.

Assess the Situation: Evaluate the nature and severity of the dental emergency. Understanding what has happened will help you respond appropriately.

Contact a Dentist: Regardless of the nature of the dental emergency, your next step should be to contact a dentist. Explain the situation and provide as much detail as possible to help the dentist assess the urgency of your case.

Manage Pain and Discomfort: While waiting for professional assistance, you can take steps to manage pain and discomfort associated with dental emergencies. For severe toothaches, rinse your mouth with warm water, floss to remove any trapped debris, and consider taking over-the-counter pain medication as directed. Applying a cold compress to the outside of the cheek can help reduce swelling and alleviate pain.

Preserve a Knocked-Out Tooth: If you have a knocked-out tooth, time is of the essence. Handle the tooth by the crown (the part that's usually visible in your mouth), not the root. Gently rinse it with water if it's dirty, but avoid scrubbing or removing any tissue fragments. Ideally, you should try to reinsert the tooth into its socket, but only if you can do so gently and without force. If reinsertion isn't possible, place the tooth in a container of milk or a specialized tooth-saving solution, which can help preserve the tooth until you reach the dentist.

Where to Seek Emergency Dental Treatment in Scottsdale:

Local Dentist: Your regular dentist should be your first point of contact for dental emergencies. Most dental practices reserve time slots for emergency cases. If your dentist is unavailable, they may provide guidance on where to seek emergency care.

Emergency Dental Clinics: Scottsdale, like many other cities, has emergency dental clinics that specialize in providing immediate care for dental emergencies. These clinics often have extended hours and can accommodate walk-in patients.

Hospital Emergency Room: In cases of severe trauma, uncontrollable bleeding, or extreme pain, you can visit a hospital emergency room. They can provide initial care and refer you to a dentist for follow-up treatment.

Dental Schools: Dental schools and teaching hospitals may offer emergency dental care at a reduced cost. Students, supervised by experienced faculty, can provide treatment.

Conclusion:

Dental emergencies can happen suddenly and unexpectedly, causing pain and discomfort. Knowing when and where to seek emergency dental treatment in Scottsdale, or any other location, is essential for ensuring prompt and effective care. Common dental emergencies include severe toothaches, knocked-out teeth, broken or chipped teeth, dislodged crowns or fillings, abscesses, and soft tissue injuries.

During a dental emergency, it's crucial to stay calm, assess the situation, and contact a dentist or an emergency dental clinic as soon as possible. While waiting for professional assistance, you can manage pain and discomfort and take appropriate steps to preserve a knocked-out tooth. Dental emergencies can be distressing, but with the right knowledge and swift action, you can minimize pain and damage while ensuring the best possible outcome for your oral health.

[cartwheelandfaceplant]

How to make character injuries more realistic

Before I start, I just want to say that I love unrealistic whomp. You don’t have to stop writing because they are fun! But if you want some more realism, here you go

Most major injuries take a long time to heal. 6 weeks is usually a minimum for any surgery, birth, or broken bone.

Major Muscle and joint injuries commonly take months or years to heal, require surgery to repair or replace, physical therapy, or may never heal.

Physical therapy hurts a lot. And takes months or years too sometimes.

Getting shot: placement is basically everything because bullets rip a hole through whatever they hit and there is no safe shot. 1/6 chance they die from any hit. Any. Infection is a big risk and more men in the civil war died of infection than blood loss. The leg has major arteries that can bleed out in minutes (femoral artery) and many layer of muscles and losing one layer will affect leg movement in a big way. Surgery to reattach muscles or add cadaver muscle can be needed. There is a risk of rejection. Getting shot in the the chest is very scary because it can hit a major organ, artery straight from the heart, or the muscles that allow the arms to move. Same with the back.

Getting shot in the stomach can have a person bleed out quickly if hit in the descending aorta. But usually it’s a gut shot and ruptures the stomach causing acid burns that eat the inside of their abdomen or into intestines that releases bacteria filled poop into their abdomen and they slowly get a deadly infection. Extremely painful and scary. Surgery can be complicated.

Losing a limb: they can definitely bleed to death (femoral artery in legs in minutes) or without a proper tourniquet in hours to days anywhere else. They need surgery to close the limb. Being in nerve pain for a years afterwards is very common. Phantom limb pain is common. Infections sometimes happen and depend on how the limb was lost on the risk. Crushed is a high risk for infection. Becoming addicted to pain medication is a risk. Prosthetics are not perfect. Kids outgrow them and need new ones. They sometimes rub the skin or cause pain and need physical therapy to properly learn how to use them. Many people who lose a limb require psychotherapy because they often have to literally mourn their lost limb and life change.

Getting stabbed: location, depth, and weapon make a difference. The closer to major arteries or internal organs, the more serious it is. Also how deep it goes. Muscle and joint cuts are complicated to heal and might require multiple surgeries. The weapon affects the chances of getting an infection and how large the cut is. A clean sharp blade goes deeper but has a better chance of healing if it doesn’t hit anything major. A dull blade increases infection risks and cause excessive bleeding and a longer time for tissue growth because it’s basically ripping rather than cutting. Serrated blades cause nasty wounds.

Head injuries- anything that causes lack of consciousness is a head injury. Many can be mild but multiple times can cause permanent damage (like professional fighters or American football players). Nausea, vomiting, severe headache, any mental decline like not knowing where they are, who they are, what they are doing, or what year it is are symptoms that they aren’t okay and need to visit the hospital for potential brain damage or concussion. Amnesia and confusion can be temporary or permanent. Brain swelling can be deadly and might require surgery to release pressure.

Getting a blood transfusion- can happen after any major trauma where they lose blood. You can look up symptoms of hypovolemia for how the patient would act when bleeding out. Shock is a big risk. Blood is given in a IV and people can go through many liters through a surgery or when first admitted with major trauma. It’s hard to get it in a vein in patients bleeding out because they are deflated. Removing IVs is not a blood drenched horror movie unless they have a bleeding disorder or on blood thinners. Also that blood will leak out of veins. It’s the arteries that gush.

Being bedbound or in a coma- cause muscles to be weakened and long enough time they will need to relearn how to walk or use tools when they wake. Be in a coma for 6 months and you won’t walk out of the hospital when you wake up. They may have pressure injuries on the back of their heals or tailbone from laying in one spot too long. There are a lot of tubes in their body. A lot.

Signs of infection- heat, new pain, not healing, redness, increased drainage or changes towards yellow or black drainage that smells bad at the site of infection. Can become deadly. They also can be more tired, get body fever, lack of appetite, irritable, and just feeling bad (malaise).

Burns- depth of damage decides how bad it is. You can look up degrees of burn. 1 littlest, 3rd worst. 3rd degree burns don’t hurt because they have destroyed nerves. Second degree hurts the worst. Dehydration and hypothermia (too low body temp) are some of the most serious short term risks because the skin isn’t protecting them anymore. Infections are common and heal times are long and painful. Scaring is very common.

If you want to give your character a disorder or unusual injury, google it. Usually you will get an entire list of symptoms they might have. They probably won’t get all of the symptoms.

Pain medication isn’t perfect and many will still have pain especially when the medication wears off. Addiction, dependence, or tolerance are common. They are all a little different. Doctors don’t like writing narcotics prescription unless it’s real pain (like those on this list.)

[xe-company]

BASIC

Name: Kun Eun-Chae

Current Alias: CHIRON

Past Aliases + Nicknames:

Healing Hands Doctor Chae Deandra

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AFFILIATION AND RELATIONSHIPS

Affiliation:

ACADEMY OF ARCANE NEW MUTANTS: BLOODLINE SCHOOL OF ABJURATION  HOUSE OF ALIBIS

Relatives:

Ku Soo-Hyun [mother; alive; location unknown] Min Byung-Chul [father; unknown] Chun Soo-Yeon [nth great aunt; deceased]

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PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

Face Claim: Hoody [SOLOIST]

Gender: FEMALE

Height: 173 cm (5’8″)

Weight: 44 kg (97 lbs)

Eyes: Dark Olive Green [#556B2F]

Hair: Black [#000000]

Unusual Features: N/A

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ORIGIN AND LIVING STATUS

Origin: Mutant-Healer

Living status: Alive

Reality: Earth-616

Place of birth: Milan, Italy

Cause of death: N/A

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PERSONAL INFORMATION

Alignment: Lawful Good

Identity: Known

Citizenship: Korea, Canada, Brazil, Italy, South Africa

Occupation: Doctor

Base of operations: Durban, South Africa

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POWERS + ABILITIES + EQUIPMENT

Abjuration: The power to cast spells that provide protection and healing

Healing: can heal herself or whoever she choses from most injuries. The users can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Though the user may potentially heal any form of bodily damage, the patient must be alive, even if hanging by a thin thread, in order to be healed; once the patient has died, it would transcend healing and would require resurrection instead.

Divine Healing: to heal by using divine energy/power.

Empathic Healing: to heal the emotional pain of others.

Energy Healing: to heal by using energy.

Flawless Restoration: to heal/mend all kinds of damage, including mental, conceptual, emotional, spiritual, mystical, and physical.

Healing Blood: to heal others using blood.

Herbalism: to heal using medicinal plants, fungi, minerals, animals parts, etc., often through magic.

Mental Healing: to heal illnesses of the mind and restore them to their mental condition.

Wound Transferal: to transfer the wounds of a sufferer to on their own bodies, and either heal from that or transfer the wound on to another.

Tattoo creation: Users can generate tattoos on the bodies of others or themselves.

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OTHER:

the ‘tattoos’ are seemingly painted on forms of the sigils that are used for healing and protection purposes that vanish when the process is over

Teters between advanced and expert level of healing

Advanced Level: User can do anything that normal healing and modern medical knowledge could achieve.

Can heal external wounds, including fractured bones and deeper burns, disregarding of severity.

Lost limbs can be reattached.

Minor damaged internal organs may be healed, but more severity may be beyond repair and may take more time to heal.

Nerves may remain damaged.

Expert Level: User can heal things that current medical knowledge cannot do.

Critically and fatally damaged cells can regenerate, preventing scars.

Lost limbs and internal organs are completely healed.

Damaged nerves can be healed to a certain extent.

Healing may not be permanent.

May have a limited range, including touch only.

May cause the healer's body to deteriorate.

May be painful for the recipient of the healing.

[scripttorture]

So, I've got a character who I need to keep from walking. The torturer has a decent knowledge of anatomy and surgical procedures, but no actual surgical tools. I was thinking something like hamstringing. Which muscles or tendons would need to be severed? What are the odds of recovery? Would that fully cripple someone or just severely inhibit their ability to walk?

I’d strongly suggest that you don’t give the torturer uncommon knowledge of surgery or anatomy. Torture is not skilled and it is not clever. Torturers will often claim that it is and that they have extra special abilities, but that’s not borne out by studies of their behaviour.

 I don’t think we should feed into their delusions.

 That said generally this seems like a pretty solid scenario and the kinds of things you want the torturer to do don’t require special knowledge. Look at this way: you (presumably not a qualified surgeon but my apologies if you are) instantly jumped to hamstringing as a possible solution, no extra knowledge required.

 There are a few options open to you. Most of them would allow the victim character to walk again with modern medical treatments. There’s also… a bit of a range in terms of how much they inhibit walking.

 A few years ago I would have said that hamstringing would completely inhibit anyone’s ability to walk. Then a dear friend of mine managed to essentially hamstring himself. He had a muscle/ligament tear which (through a combination of not getting time off work and bad medical care and going along to take part in pro-wrestling anyway) grew into a grade three tear.

 That essentially means that the muscles and ligaments in one leg detached.

 He was still walking. However this problem grew worse over a period of months-years, he was in chronic pain and he essentially deformed his legs/back as other muscles compensated for his bad leg.

 He had surgery to reattach his muscles recently. With several months recovery (I think it was about a month and a half of virtually no walking) and strengthening exercises he is walking again. His stamina is not what it was and (his words) he’ll never be an athlete.

 But he’s mobile and no longer in constant pain.

 I suspect that a lot of people in my friend’s position would not have been able to walk with those injuries. He apparently has a very high pain threshold for this sort of pain. It’s also significant that the injury was only in one leg; the body can adjust and compensate for quite a lot.

 So for muscular and ligament damage I’d suggest the kind of physical recovery my friend went through: surgery with at least a month of no walking, followed by several months of strength exercises and gradually building up ability again.

 To completely prevent walking the injuries would probably have to be in both legs.

 Severing the achilles tendon (the one that runs down the back of the calf to the ankle) would probably be the most obvious and common way to do this. It’s hamstringing.

 I think a similar effect could be achieved by attacking the tendons and muscles at the back of the knees. It should still be possible to do this without damaging the major veins and arteries in the legs. It would be more difficult. There’s also a chance of severing one of the major nerves in the leg and that would cause damage that couldn’t be repaired.

 There’s- basically a lot more stuff around the knee then around the achilles tendon. And in order to produce the same kind of injury at the knee more tendons and muscles would need to be severed or damaged. I think (remember I am not a medic) that the muscles and tendons targetted in that area would be the biceps femoris, semitendinosus and semimembranosus.

 This would be a much more protracted attack and more complicated to… do in a way that produces the results the torturer wants.

 The reason I’m suggesting it is that I think recovery would be longer and more complex. And I get the impression that’s something you might want for your story.

 With more muscles and tendons damaged (possibly to different degrees) and the chance of nerve damage, surgery would probably be more complicated. It might involve several procedures (again, not a medic). Strengthening exercises would also be more complicated because they’d need to account for damage in more areas.

 I think this would lead to a longer recovery time, years rather then months and a higher chance of needing mobility aids like canes or walkers.

 Because there’s a chance of nerve damage there’s also an opening for you to decide the character doesn’t recover some of that mobility at all.

 Both of these muscle-and-ligament based attacks would effect how far the character could walk without pain, even when they’ve made a full physical recovery.

 The other major thing I can think of is complex breaks. A brute force attack on the ankles or knees, causing multiple breaks and fractures. Especially if we’re talking about a character who is held for long enough that bones healing badly could be a factor.

 Historically these sorts of injuries led to lifelong problems walking or being unable to walk.

 I can’t tell you as much about the recovery process here because I don’t know. I’m not a medic and this isn’t how torture is typically conducted now. My guess would be orthopaedic surgery, followed by a lot of physio and strengthening exercises. Double check that by looking for information on complex breaks in the joints.

 You can probably find it by looking up injuries from extreme sports and motor accidents.

 In terms of the torturer doing it- it’s basically hitting the knees and/or ankle repeatedly with something heavy. The aim is to cause several breaks and fractures at the joint itself resulting in something that physically can not support the victim’s weight.

 If you want the character to be unable to walk permanently that’s trickier. Modern medical procedures are pretty good at restoring function. Most of the time it would be a case of walking shorter distances and walking with mobility aids, rather then being unable to walk at all.

 Damage to the spinal cord could result in complete paralysis of the legs. I don’t think it would be easy for your character to deliberately do that and if they tried I think they’d be likely to kill the victim. But it would be possible as an unintended injury from a prolonged beating or even a bad fall.

 You could also have injuries from torture becoming infected and eventually leading to amputation. But again, this would not necessarily prevent the character from walking; plenty of amputees, even double amputees, walk with prosthetics. I also think this approach wouldn’t be the best fit with what you’ve laid out. It’s a possible option though and I’d rather you had more choice.

 All of these are scarring tortures, which means that they’re not common practice any more. There’s a post here that gives some context on ‘clean’ (ie non-scarring) and scarring tortures if you’re interested. If you haven’t checked it out already there’s a post on long term psychological symptoms here and one on memory problems specifically here.

 I hope that helps. :)

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Chapter 7: Yatagarasu

-Uchiha Itachi-

Itachi dragged his thumb through the blood and smeared it to a pattern on the dirt. Smoke overtook the scent of blood, and he saw soft light gently reflect on scaled black claws. Itachi did not know if he could trust his partner to help him, but the alternative was death.

"Bring me Kisame."

The four-spiked eye of a martyr blinked animally, and the toothy choanal slit inside its beak separated the fading light as his messenger cawed its obedience. Air and dust from the downstroke puffed against his face, and Itachi was terrifyingly, relievingly, alone.

Itachi focused on breathing. In and out, like the waves on the sand of the mangrove shore. He wanted to cough, but some still-reptile part of his brain advised him that was unwise. The vibrant world of the sharingan had faded in the sad colors and weak detail of an ordinary human eye, and then to something less than that. Itachi did not know if he closed his eyes, he did not know how blind he was, some things he saw from multiple angles at once... He drew gentle swirls with his fingers in the mud. Tiny Vs like rising crows, no, they were gills, three tight chevrons next to esurient silver eyes. Why was there mud beneath him? The summer was hot and dry.

He could see a dead weasel on the ground next to him. A convocation of crows gathered in an impatient funeral. With plunging swordlike beaks they tore out the weasel's tongue. They raised its tiny black eyes, tender as berries, and the nerves slithered down their throats. A crow hopped over the corpse's ribs, it had three legs. They tore open Itachi's chest and bore into his heart and all was hot and red, and then, nothing.

He heard a hiss. Samehada, no, heal him damn you!

He felt wind on his face, and his head swung dizzily, though he didn't remember telling his legs to move. The being who smelled of ocean's salt took him somewhere; its humid scent was unfamiliar to him.

Two strange tall birds looked at him. One was orange with violet eyes and the other was violet with orange eyes.

"He needs a healer," the breath of salt sailed to the violet bird.

"I'm a sensory ninja. Not a medic. But there's a doctor in a village nearby."

The world shifted as the ocean bowed. "I'm sorry for assuming."

Shivering steel chilled Itachi's wet skin. A bee stung him on the arm. Someone gave him a glass of orange juice with a straw. It was sweet, tangy and delicious, bright as an orange blossom on a mud puddle. His attention drew to this glass of juice, and his surroundings sharpened. He became aware of a stranger in a white coat in the background.

"The IV will ease the desanguination. However, proceeding further has drawbacks..."

"Like what?" the ocean voice said.

Itachi was out of orange juice. He tried to get the doctor's attention, but he was busy. A blue hand gave him another juice. What a kind hand.

"Chakra-healing him will cause permanent scar tissue damage in his chest cavity. If we go through with this, he could have endurance problems for the rest of his life."

"And if you do nothing?"

"The internal bleeding will rot his organs, and in two days, sepsis will kill him."

"Please do all you can."

The doctor placed his cold hands on Itachi's bare chest. He felt he should have shivered, or flinched, but his body would no longer respond to its nervous impulses. A pulsing like ripples on a puddle spread across his body. It warmed his limbs like alcohol but dispelled the delirium like icewater.

Itachi coughed the blood clot that previously must have held his lungs together. The doctor grimaced.

"Excuse me," Itachi apologized through bloody teeth, looking up at an unfamiliar doctor from the red soaked towel.

The doctor's eyes traced to the medical-waste bin adjacent the chair, and Itachi deposited the towel there.

"How do you feel?" the doctor asked.

Itachi did not feel like answering. He looked instead at the two other menacing individuals in the room with him.

"You are, as usual, praised for your discretion," Konan, the violet crane, told the doctor in what was both thanks and a threat. She drew a black velvet pouch from her robe and paid him in gold coins. It seemed Konan at least was unconstrained by Kakuzu's budget. The pleased doctor accepted the gold without concern.

Itachi examined the treatment room. The equipment was modern, but it was on the ground floor of an ordinary building, with mud walls, and a glassless sunny window. Konan and Kisame stood backlit. He had thought he'd seen Pain, but their leader had not accompanied them to the doctor if he had been there at all. Itachi was not sure what he had imagined of the last hours and what was real. In as subtle a way as he could, he pressed his fingertips over his own eyelids, his tongue against his palette, to make sure they were real. That no crows had picked them out.

He looked at Kisame, his silver eyes were like cautious mirrors. In front of this doctor and Konan, Kisame's expression maintained a perfect mask of normality. Itachi was tempted to probe his thoughts, cast aside the flimsy tin shields guarding the man's mind and dive beneath. He could do it, but he didn't.

The three Akatsuki exited the building. Konan, tall for a woman at his height, walked on his right side with Kisame on his left. Her amber eyes slid to Itachi with aloof concern. "Who did this?"

"Anbu got a hit in while we slept. We took care of them," Kisame answered for him.

"It happens. Have someone professional clean your robes," she advised. She gave them each a gold coin. Little did she know they were already loaded with stolen cash. But they took the gold anyway.

She flared her angular paper wings, and Konan left the fire and water pair to their devices.

"Do we stink?" Itachi asked, turning the gold coin.

"Yes. Well, you do. I can't smell me."

The chakra healing left Itachi feeling disquietingly whole, minus a tightness in his chest. It had been since his Leaf Village days that he received effective treatment. The closest the Akatsuki pack of killers had to a field medic was Kakuzu, and well… fortunately Itachi had never needed his reattachment specialty. Or Sasori, who after a battle might aloofly recommend a certain plant. 'A purple mountain bloom with heart shaped leaves, but chew only its roots, for the pistil metabolizes a stealthy toxin when combined with hydrochloric acid…'

A stealthy toxin.

Kisame gave him a wary, perhaps expectant, side eye as the two men walked silently abreast.

"A question for you, Kisame."

"Yes?"

"You do understand, entrapping me would not be wise for your health," Itachi warned, eyes straight forward.

"You think I set you up."

"I entertain the possibility. You repeatedly asked me about the Infinite Tsukuyomi, interrogated me on the whisper of disagreement, and Zetsu reported it to Madara."

A daring smile. Kisame halted on the path. "Why don't you just look in my head and find out?"

Itachi used no genjutsu on Kisame. When he didn't, Kisame spoke.

"When you disappeared from that orchard, I imagined you and our leader had some Uchiha secrets to discuss. Or you pissed him off. That raven of yours found me, and with one look at your sorry carcass, I knew that you definitely pissed him off.

"But, if Madara wanted you dead, I would not have been able to help you."

Kisame's statement did not exactly exonerate him of double play. Obviously Madara had still had a use for Itachi in letting him live, and therefore Kisame would be instructed to treat him. But it did explain Kisame's train of thought. He believed Kisame was innocent of conducting any purposeful snare against him, for now. Perhaps in asking his questions, the wandering Kisame had just been curious on his worldview. And Itachi realized, he wanted to investigate his partner's principles as well.

"What happened after Madara took you?" Kisame asked.

"Madara used his ability to teleport me somewhere, through some other dimension. We exchanged words, then blows. When he let me live, I vowed my hatred."

"Hopefully he'll credit your rudeness to you being delirious from pain," Kisame continued. "Otherwise, you've got a problem on your hands."

Somehow Kisame's chastation relieved him.

"I know," Itachi agreed. "You need not worry about me. I'll hunt this beast of his — I would prefer not to die."

A short, sure laugh from Kisame.

Itachi's contract with Madara stood: the Leaf would be safe from him as long as he fell in the Akatsuki line. And Itachi would do whatever it took to serve the Will of Fire. Itachi was, for better or for worse, a master of small evils.

"In my hallucinations, I saw the three-legged crow, Yatagarasu. In the myth of my country, he heralds the emergence of gods," Itachi said.

"You've got some weird religion in the Leaf," Kisame dismissed.

"What is the folk religion in the Mist?" Itachi asked.

"Our elders say the world was born on the back of a giant turtle. And when that turtle dies, the world will sink back into the sea."

"So you learn how to swim," Itachi noted.

"I'm not saying I believe in giant turtle gods."

"What does Hoshigaki Kisame believe in then?"

A grunt, apparently.

Kisame was a being on the hunt, the hunt for some sort of belief system. He sought belonging in serving something greater than himself. So he attached himself to Akatsuki and the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Without it Kisame had no purpose and no self.

No, that last part was false.

"Thank you for helping me," Itachi said. "I apologize for accusing you of betraying me."

Kisame looked away from him and said, "Not a problem."

Itachi viewed the sky with his Sharingan. He searched for the ultraviolet aurora of the earth's magnetic field. Perhaps in a peaceful century, the Uchiha clan would reveal to scientists that this was the mystery of how birds migrated: they could see these magnetic, purplish, static in the sky that indicated latitude and north. But Itachi's ancestors taught him early to never reveal exactly how the Sharingan worked to outsiders. The magnetic field hazed in a weak aurora far to the northern horizon, indicating that they were further south than previously.

"Where exactly are we?" Itachi asked.

"Can you smell it? Land of Tea," Kisame answered.

An idea germinated in Itachi. It would be on the way. He thought of banished Susanoo, who wandering earth after his crimes, found his greatest weapon, his Totsuka Blade, in the belly of a giant serpent he had slain.

"I would like to speak with someone here."

"Never took you for one good at making friends."

"I'm not."

"Anything I should know about them?"

"If he licks you… bite him."

Kisame, expression amused, gestured for Itachi to lead the way.

In a few hours, the two dangerous men had arrived in an equally dangerous place.

With his Sharingan, Itachi noticed a small camouflaged snake emerge from a crack, flick its tongue, and recede. He was unsure if his target would answer his summons but it was worth trying. No, he would be answered. This man's greatest sin was curiosity. He would not be able to resist wondering why Uchiha Itachi was on his doorstep, even if it killed him.

The stonework hidden under the jungle vines began to tremble. Itachi had not seen this individual since their last clash in the Akatsuki. Itachi had paralyzed him with a glance and struck his body full of rods. He had not even needed the Tsukuyomi.

A slender white-skinned demon stepped from the revealed earthen cave. His venom-smooth androgynous voice coursed unruffled to the two ninja.

"The young crow approaches the snake at its den. Not how I expected your revenge, Itachi."

"If I wanted you dead, I would have done it already," Itachi commanded.

Orochimaru, somewhat more diplomatic than Itachi, narrowed his eyes. An uneasy wind blew between the two Leaf Rogues as Orochimaru waited for more information. Itachi was too merciless to speak twice.

"Orochimaru of the Sanin," Kisame broke the silence, stretching his lips over his teeth and maintaining eye contact in something between a greeting and a threat. "Good to meet you at last."

"And who are you?" the Sanin returned.

"Hoshigaki Kisame, formerly of the Hidden Mist. A pleasure."

"Mhm," Orochimaru hummed smug as a song, and his vertical pupils traced back to his main interest. The question was an insult: the most knowledgeable being in the five nations surely already knew who Hoshigaki Kisame was.

"I require information," Itachi said. He had reserved fatal judgement on Orochimaru at their last encounter in hopes that this Sanin's talents could be subverted. And one way or another, Itachi would collect his debts.

"Concerning?"

"Forbidden jutsu."

A sly, approving, perhaps flirtatious noise. "You know who to ask."

Orochimaru headed into his dark den, exposing his back in a gesture Itachi found coquette and arrogant. Orochimaru turned his head for Itachi to follow, and paced forward into the darkness. Kisame made eye contact with Itachi, sensing the matter was far more personal than it seemed. Perhaps Kisame's pause confirmed that he was welcome.

"Come," Itachi said. They needed to get away from where Zetsu could see them. And, he could use an ally's eyes in a house of the enemy. Itachi was not arrogant enough to think he was above being outsmarted by an Orochimaru with years to ruminate against him.

Like down the esophagus of a snake, the two rogues walked an earthen corridor after Orochimaru. Flaming sconces gleamed green on modern scientific equipment, and animal specimens lined the walls in glass jars. The jars contained mostly reptiles, but Kisame looked at a shark pup and a crow, and back at Itachi.

In the belly of his lair, Orochimaru halted before a green flaming hearth in a great stone hall. Library halls of tomes and scrolls stretched behind him. He faced Itachi with the flames at his back.

"How truly desperate you must be to come to me for wisdom, Itachi. However… my knowledge has a price."

Itachi did not come to trade.

"I've come to reap your debt. Your cooperation is wholly optional." Itachi's Sharingan spinned Mangekyou.

The fire at the hearth extinguished and it was completely, disorientingly black. Itachi and Kisame were blind. Itachi could not use his genjutsu without light. But he knew snakes could sense heat signatures as precisely as an eye could light. He felt Kisame tense next to him, and his arm reach for Samehada.

Stay calm, Itachi thought at Kisame. He would feel it in his body.

"There's no need for that," Orochimaru deescalated from the darkness. Apparently he had changed his mind on the payment.

"Good," Itachi maintained curtly. "We will continue this discussion in the light."

The green fire returned. Samehada slid back into its hilt. Itachi's eyes retracted to their normal red.

"So," Orochimaru said.

"Tell me all you know about the Second Hokage's instant transportation technique."

An amused purr. "Teleportation. My, my, who has got you on the run, Itachi?"

"We've got places to be," Kisame maintained. The Mist ninja was right.

Itachi cared little about being on time for their next mission in the Land of Rivers. But he had to conceal the exact target of his question from both Kisame and Orochimaru. Madara had no doubt used something related to the Second Hokage's technique for his dimension-hopping. And until Itachi had a way to bind Madara to this plane, Itachi knew he would lose their next fight.

"As much as I respect the Second, it was the young Fourth who was the true master of space-time techniques," Orochimaru said, stepping towards his library.

"I understand. The Flying Thunder-God technique gained the Yellow Flash a run-on-sight order from the enemy alliance, and created the illusion that he was in multiple places at once."

"You are not completely uneducated," Orochimaru pulled a scroll from the wall.

"I would also like to know how to disable it."

Orochimaru paused. "You mean, how an enemy could theoretically stop the Fourth from transporting himself."

"Yes."

"There is some research into this."

"By who?"

Orochimaru pulled a second scroll. "Minato himself. However, Minato's research went incomplete. It involved a sealing jutsu currently unreplicatable."

Orochimaru opened the scroll to Itachi. On it was written a simple character in a brownish ink.

"Human blood," Itachi noted. Aged.

"Minato's blood, specifically. Unfortunately, as you know, Namikaze Minato has been a corpse for thirteen years."

"There must be another way," Itachi said.

Orochimaru closed the scroll. "You could ask him."

"Make no jokes, or worse, threats, Orochimaru," Itachi warned.

Orochimaru dipped his sly head without submission. "I apologize."

Itachi examined Minato's blood scroll. "Are these two all you have on the transportation subject?"

"All that would be of succinct use to you."

Itachi turned the scroll in his hand. He would keep them both for study. Orochimaru was too wise to comment or object.

"We'll be taking our leave now." Itachi said.

"A moment."

Orochimaru presented Itachi with a snake's egg. It was rubbery and pill shaped, rather than hard and tear-drop shaped like a bird's.

"If you need to come here again, do be polite and use this."

Fair chance Itachi would awake to a snake hatchling poisoning him in his sleep, or find himself strapped on the demon's dissection table when activating it. But Itachi accepted the egg anyway. Same as the original Orochimaru, it could be researched, repurposed, or destroyed.

Itachi walked out of Orochimaru's lair, the two scrolls under his arm, purposefully slow and dominant. Then he and Kisame ran briefly in the daylight trees, not wanting to dwell in Orochimaru's territory, and slowed again to a walk when they thought themselves far enough from any possible backstabbing. Kisame extended the first of the two scrolls before him.

"'Mark the jutsu formula on the target...' how are we supposed to use this? We can't teleport ourselves to this country if we've never been there before."

"Indeed we cannot," Itachi said.

"Well!" Kisame closed the scroll with unusual enthusiasm. "Too bad your transportation idea didn't work. I suppose we'll have to travel to the Land of Rivers my way."

As he spoke, Kisame looked through the jungle trees at the emerging ocean.

Your way? Itachi battled a sinking premonition. "Does it involve giant sharks?"

"No."

Good.

"Just one question for you, Itachi."

"Yes?"

"Have you ever taken over a ship before?"

Author's note:

Aaand next up is chapter 8, the KisaIta zany sea adventure!

Many thanks to beta SilverLion for her help reviewing this chapter!

Thank you readers for being patient with this chapter. I had an especially difficult time navigating current world events and I had to leave my home. But it's important to weaponize your creativity when you're stuck in the unknown. Please share this story with your friends if you like it, and let me know what you think :D

Steadfast,

Kelto

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The Almighty Maker Him Ordain

Tyrian’s salvation came, not in the form of repentance, but of a woman garbed in black and heralded by monsters.

After three days, the restraints were starting to chafe.

Tyrian gave the bindings on his arm another experimental tug. Although he’d long since given up on the possibility of loosening them, it did little to dissuade him from testing for structural weakness. A pull here. A tweak there. His captors had been nothing if not thorough in securing him within the confines of his cell, to an almost paranoid degree, really.

The stasis-cuffs and shackles for his tail, certainly, he could understand those. The muzzle was a bit much.

There was a sharp sting in Tyrian’s shoulder where the leather strap dug into a half-healed wound. He let out a hiss through his teeth, eyelids fluttering shut as he paused to revel in the pain. He welcomed the sensation, the way it lit up his nerves and made them sing. It was a shallow substitute for the exhilaration of the chase, the thrill of blood slick beneath his fingertips, the intoxication of the screams. Little more than a distraction, to be sure, but a very badly needed one. Time in the intervals between guard rotations left him desperately in need of an outlet. Like an addict in the vise of withdrawal, the manic energy surged beneath his skin, on the verge of overflowing without the necessary stimulation to siphon it.

It didn’t help that the sentries had quickly been conditioned by his attempts to cajole them into running into his room. There were only so many times Tyrian could claim his stitches had come undone, or that he needed to use the bathroom, before the response became Pavlovian and they wised up.

His treatment was simply appalling. After all the effort put into capturing him, one would think they’d at least pay him more attention. He was a Very Important Prisoner, and he’d be damned if he didn’t remind them of it.

“Surely you haven’t forgotten about me?” Tyrian glanced at the camera suspended in the corner of his cell. “Or are you still busy cleaning up that little mess we made?” His fit of laughter ended in an abrupt cough. There was an unmistakable coppery tang across his tongue. “I can’t remember the last time I had that much fun. I hope Atlas wasn’t too upset about those Paladins. Though really, they have no right to be. If they were smart, they would have budgeted for collateral damage.”

If they were smart, they would have stuck a knife between his ribs by now.

“Ske sha skele,” he said. “Don’t you think this is getting ridiculous?” He let out a dramatic huff. “I’ve received better customer service in Vacuose brothels. All those soldiers in uniform, and you can’t spare one to—”

The electronic lock on the containment cell door pinged, before it slid open along its track. The first newcomer was a stranger to him, another hackneyed guard whose only distinguishing feature was the way his arms shook as he stepped into his room. His second visitor, however—

Tyrian grinned, wide and bright and vicious. Even with the mask concealing part of his face, the expression reached his eyes. It was enough to make the guard falter in his step.

Oh, yes. His prayers had indeed been answered.

“Room service!” Tyrian exclaimed. Locks of matted hair cascaded down the side of his face as he lifted his head. “I was beginning to wonder when you’d come. It’s quite rude to leave a guest unattended for so long.”

Pickerel folded his arms over his chest. “I thought you would’ve had the meal schedule memorized by now.”

“And where’s the fun in that?” he asked. “Predictability makes everything so dull. Routine is more of a prison than any dungeon you could throw me in. The monotony of repetition, the relentless march of time, shackling yourself to an existence sterilized of any meaning.” Tyrian let out a long, shuddering breath. “There are ways to kill a person without knives and daggers.”

“And you’d know a thing or two about that, I’m sure,” the guard said. Pickerel’s attention briefly flitted to his companion, before he redirected it back to Tyrian. The heavy weight of his stare made him positively itch.

“I’m glad to see you’re putting all this time to good use.” The Huntsman’s voice was dry as Dust.

Tyrian inclined his head. “And what else would I be doing?”

“Feeling remorse for the dozens of lives you’ve taken?”

The guard jumped at the sudden, vibrant cackle that was amplified by the acoustics of the room. It took Tyrian a moment to compose himself. “Ask a fire not to burn you, or a storm to soak you to the bone.” He sneered. “See how far you get.”

“Is that what you are?” Pickerel asked. “A force of nature that indiscriminately kills whatever crosses your path?”

“What I am right now is starving,” Tyrian said. The guard made the effort to not flinch as he pointedly glanced his way. “As scintillating as this conversation is, we’re stalling. Come now, no need to be shy. I don’t bite.”

“I should remind you—” Pickerel’s voice sharpened. For all he should have been listening to his captor, Tyrian found himself drinking in the unease he incited in the approaching guard. Hands reached for his face, skating across his cheeks and working at the fastenings on the mask. “—that this is a privilege, not a right, that can be revoked at any time if you choose to act out or refuse to cooperate. We’re obligated to keep you fed. The manner in which we do so, however, is at our discretion.”

Tyrian jerked back his head in a startled laugh, pulling his face out of reach. The guard scowled. “Now that you mention it, I’ve never had a feeding tube before.”

“First time for everything.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” With the final strap unbuckled, the mask slid from his face. It didn’t matter that the air was stagnant, that perspiration had begun to bead above his lips. A sigh eased its way from him as Tyrian rolled the muscles in his neck, and basked in the cool impression upon his skin. “Much better.”

The guard didn’t recoil, but it was a near thing as Tyrian leaned into his space. The chains anchoring his limbs to the wall rattled with the strain. “I believe you have something for me?” he asked. An undercurrent of menace laced his voice.

Whatever the guard wanted to say he bit back, with a delightful look on his face that wavered somewhere between dislike and revulsion. Instead, he dug through the contents of the bandolier pouch slung across his chest, and removed a nondescript plastic bottle.

Tyrian frowned. “I do hope they took my nut allergy and lactose intolerance into account.” The fretting was ruined somewhat by the giggle he failed to stifle.

The guard scoffed. “I’m sure they did. Head back, asshole.”

It wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever had (carrion scraped off of tarmac still held that dubious honor) though the chalky texture and diluted taste left a lot to be desired. Still, presentation mattered, and Tyrian had an audience he didn’t intend to disappoint. He made a show of tipping back his head, Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank. Each exaggerated swallow was visibly savored. For a moment he let his features soften, his eyes close, a noise of contentment forming at the back of his throat.

“—okay, it’s empty, you can stop.”

And just like that, the bottle was yanked from his mouth.

The pair watched with varying degrees of disgust as Tyrian slowly licked his lips. “Wasn’t that refreshing?” he crooned.

The guard muttered something under his breath as he hastily reattached the mask, all while Pickerel watched. In the tense silence Tyrian found his thoughts gravitating toward his adversary. The Huntsman was a statue, his bearings carved from finely-tuned instincts and discipline rather than the traditional medium of stone or clay. It had occurred to Tyrian—in the liminal space his mind occupied, where isolation had blurred any conception of time—there was a reason why Pickerel had been contracted to assist in his capture. Over a decade of snuffing out lives, ensorcelled by the embers as he watched their fires fade. All of it, at last, come to an end.

How it gnawed at his thoughts.

“All right.” The guard stepped back. “We’re done here. C’mon.”

Pickerel moved to follow.

“Leaving so soon?” Tyrian called after them. “Stay a while, Pickerel. Let’s have a little chat.”

The guard froze. Nervously, he glanced at his escort.

Pickerel hesitated for all of a second. “Go. I’ll be fine.”

Not needing to be told twice, the guard fled from the room without so much as a goodbye.

Pickerel waited until the door lock clicked into place. The Huntsman took up position by the wall across from him, making himself comfortable as he leaned against its surface. “What do you want?”

“The hospitality here is amazing. Really,” Tyrian chided, “I had hoped we could have a civil conversation. After all, this might be our last chance to do so.”

“You’re a prisoner. You’re hardly in a position to be making demands.”

“But I’m not making demands.” Tyrian leered. “I’m asking nicely.”

“Nicely.” Pickerel said the word nicely the same way he might have said mandatory employee seminar.

It was refreshing to be regarded with something other than fear or hate, even if that something was incredulity. The other man didn’t easily submit, unlike the revolving door of guards that had been paraded in and out of his cell the last few days.

Good.

Tyrian shook his head, in a futile attempt to dislodge a strand of hair in front of his eyes. Those were starting to get irksome. “Well, yes,” he answered, rather conversationally. “And I had thought you might humor me.”

If Pickerel arched his brow any higher it would be in danger of permanently disappearing into his hairline. “And why,” he asked, “would I do that?”

The muzzle obscured his grin, though Tyrian doubted the gesture was lost on his companion, by the way he shifted his weight between his legs. “Curiosity,” he breathed. “Before Mistral saw fit to ask for your help, I was little more than a ghost, creating more ghosts wherever I went. How many months did you waste chasing dead ends and following rumors before the combined might of two kingdoms finally brought me to heel?” His lip curled. “The ghost has been made corporeal, though for how long, I can’t say. Tell me, Huntsman—when do you think you’ll get this chance again?”

Already, Tyrian could see the impact his little speech had on Pickerel. He’d taken the bait, long before he’d made up his mind. His jaws parted, once, twice, before he crossed his arms and kicked his heel into the wall. “All right.” Guarded, but not hostile. “Ask your question.”

“Thank you. I do so appreciate the company." Tyrian let the words hang in the air between them, condensed like poisonous fog. “Any idea when they’ll be moving me?”

There was a beat of silence as Pickerel regarded him through half-narrowed eyes, clearly debating how confidential the intel was, and what the consequences of sharing it would be. “Two days, give or take,” he admitted. “We’re waiting for a reply from the admiral at Fort Nubuck, confirming that they sent the additional troops and supplies we asked for.”

Tyrian blinked slowly, head tipped off to the side. “Nubuck. Nubuck. Where have I heard that name before?” The chains softly clinked in time with the tap of his foot. “Ah, yes. Argus. Charming little port city up north. I hear their seafood is to die for.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“It’s odd that Mistral would ask an Atlas military base for more resources if their intention was to simply relocate me somewhere local,” Tyrian continued. “Which means that they’re not. Remind me again, where exactly am I being transported?”

Predictably, Pickerel said nothing.

“Atlas never does things in half-measures, so I can’t imagine they’d be content with merely locking me in a dingy cell and throwing away the key. No, no. It would be an insult to both of us if they did.” A thoughtful quiet descended upon them. Eventually, he let out a knowing, self-deprecating chuckle. “Íssvangar. Good choice.”

“The most well-funded maximum-security prison on Remnant.” It was subtle. Had Tyrian been a lesser creature, he might have missed the way Pickerel straightened to better stare down his prisoner. “Equipped with state-of-the-art weaponry and over a hundred guards, each handpicked from Atlas’ military, all with unlocked Semblances. The ADX security hardware includes infrared and pneumatographic cameras, motion detectors, and reinforced blast-resistant doors capable of withstanding 4.1 gigajoules from a Dust explosion.”

“Someone did their homework,” Tyrian remarked. “Was that rehearsed, by any chance?”

Pickerel ignored him. “Even if someone hypothetically made it past all of that, it’s in the middle of an icefield, miles away from any settlement. You’d succumb to hypothermia before you reached civilization.”

“All of that just for me? I’m flattered,” he purred. “I always did enjoy a challenge.”

The Huntsman’s eyes turned flinty under the fluorescent light. “You’re not escaping, so don’t get any ideas. Then again, I suppose it doesn’t matter”—he scratched at the stubble on his chin—“seeing as your stay there might be brief. There’s talk of whether or not you’re worth the resources to keep permanently housed there. Once the Mistrali and Atlesian courts convene and finalize your conviction, well, all those felonies make a person wonder if the punishment fits the crime. Incarceration might be too light a sentence, if you ask me.” Pickerel shrugged. “I think capital punishment might’ve come up.”

Of all the reactions Pickerel might have expected, and, if Tyrian was being honest, was probably trying to provoke from him, convulsive laughter wasn’t one of them. Contrite platitudes, pleas for mercy, maybe even some manner of bargaining in exchange for his life—any of those would have fit the script. Those were perfectly reasonable reactions from any sane person.

Tyrian stopped being sane long ago.

Tears of mirth gathered in the corner of his eyes as his laughter subsided. “Oh, I wonder what it’ll be.” He giggled. “Hanging? Perhaps not, takes too long. Electrocution? Hm. Too draconian, though I wouldn’t put it past Atlas to still condone it. Lethal injection?” His speech slowed, becoming darker. “Now there’s something that would let them pass judgment without offending their morality. And I’m sure someone out there would appreciate the irony. After all, I’d know a thing or two about lethal injections.”

His tail curled against the shackles.

Shock slowly reshaped itself into an emotion resembling subdued hate. Like the silhouette of a thing viewed through frosted glass, more impression than reality. “You know.” Pickerel’s hands flexed. “I often wonder how people like you sleep at night.”

“On my left side, actually,” Tyrian said. “It makes it harder for someone to reach the heart.”

“Can’t stab what you don’t have.”

“Such hostility!” Tyrian leaned into his binds, an unseen grin spreading across his face. “And here I thought we were finally getting to know each other.”

Oh, he was good, he was very good. It didn’t cease to entertain Tyrian, watching the ebb and flow of his emotions, the onset of one obliterating the last, all while Pickerel struggled to keep his composure. How long would that last? What could he do to break it?

With agonizing slowness, the tension bled from Pickerel’s body in a long, silent exhale. “You’re delusional,” he said.

“Madness and genius often go hand-in-hand, befitting an artist such as myself. Tell me, as someone who’s been following my work, how have you enjoyed it?”

“I wonder if they’ll let Atlas’ scientists dissect your brain, if they do decide to execute you.”

“Like a bug pinned to a board?” His tail flexed.

The last of Pickerel’s indulgence was evidently spent. The Huntsman snorted as he pushed off the wall. “I have reports to finish. If you actually need something, yell for security. You’re good at that.” With that said and done, he headed for the exit.

“Will you be coming with me to Atlas?” Tyrian inquired. “After all these months dancing around each other, it would be a shame if we were to part ways now and not see this through to the end.”

He paused on the threshold. “Why do you ask?”

“You’re from Anima, are you not? You have a Mistrali accent.” Tyrian studied him. He could feel the delirious climb, the anticipation, coiling at the base of his spine. He could taste the copper again. “Have any family here? Friends?”

Pickerel glanced over his shoulder.

“It’s going to be an awfully long trip.” Malice dripped from his words. “Make sure you say something meaningful before you leave.”

What little color Pickerel had drained from his face. In the heartbeat Tyrian had to memorize his expression, the other man’s pupils dilated in undisguised fear. With considerably more haste than before, he keyed open the door to his cell.

Tyrian’s laughter echoed in the room, long after Pickerel left.

His day got off to a flying start when a squad of soldiers barged into his room.

Sleeping vertically was already hard enough without the additional racket. Blearily, Tyrian cracked open an eye at the armed assembly in front of him, trying (and failing) to suppress a yawn. “I don’t remember asking for a wake-up call.”

One of the soldiers, whose uniform sported a decal pinned above the breast pocket, addressed the group: “Prep him for transport.”

“I don’t suppose we could postpone?” The muscles in his neck protested as he lifted his head, and attempted to shake the curtain of unkept hair out of his face. “I had a rather long night planning my escape. I don’t think rescheduling would be too much to ask for.”

Either they’d been briefed on what to expect, or his reputation preceded him. Disappointingly, none of the soldiers reacted. As two of them stepped forward and began to undo the locks anchoring his chains to the wall, a third wheeled a padded hand truck forward.

“Watch the tail.” The soldier who’d spoken earlier consulted her scroll. “The medical team still hasn’t manufactured an antidote. Last thing I want is for someone to get poisoned.”

“Honestly, would it kill a person to learn the right terminology?” Tyrian affected a scandalized little noise. “Poison enters the body through touch, ingestion, or inhalation. Venom is directly injected into the bloodstream.”

It ached where the metal dug into his skin as the soldiers pulled the chains taut. A hand wrapped around the base of the telson, securing it firmly in their grasp. The unfamiliar touch upon his exoskeleton set the nerves alight.

“Won’t matter what ya call it if we decide to cut it off, half-breed,” one of the guards muttered.

“Ooh, half-breed. Like I haven’t heard that one before. If you’re going to be prejudiced, at least try to be creative.” A palm on the center of his back firmly pushed him toward the transport. He stepped back onto the platform, unresisting as the soldiers secured his restraints to the hand truck. “Let’s see, what are some of the ones I’ve heard? There’s vermin, mongrel, collier—”

“That’s enough.”

“So what does that make all of you? The animal-catchers?” Tyrian erupted into a peal of laughter that caused one of his entourage to draw back a fraction. The soldier who had made the original comment averted his gaze as Tyrian leered at him. “What’s the matter?” he asked. “Scorpion got your tongue?”

The squad lapsed into an uneasy silence. It wasn’t quite the full-blown panic Tyrian had been aiming for, but it was an improvement, if nothing else. He could live with that.

“Let’s move.” At her command the soldiers flanked him, with the exception of the unlucky bastard tasked with wheeling him from behind. There was little in the way of fanfare as they traveled through empty corridors and halls, every rounded corner met with the same drab color palette and conspicuous lack of personnel. Tyrian didn’t spare much thought for his surroundings until they passed through a pair of imposing, heavily-fortified doors, and he found himself outside.

The moon glowed coldly overhead, casting a silvery sheen across the rooftop and nearby Mistrali airship. Tyrian shivered beneath its light.

“Might I ask what time it is?” There was a slight pop along the vertebra as Tyrian stretched as far as the restraints would allow.

The squad leader slanted him a look out of her periphery. “Zero three hundred hours.”

Well, that put things in an unhelpful context.

“While there’s nothing quite like a moonlit stroll,” Tyrian said, “it’s strange to be doing this so early. Or late. Depends on how you look at it. It’s all semantics, really, though I’m sure someone must appreciate the distinction.”

She said nothing.

“Oh, do I get to guess?” The hand truck rocked slightly as Tyrian gave a little bounce—well, more like an aborted hop, at any rate. It wasn’t like he had a wide range of motion to work with. “Most of the population’s asleep right now. Less people awake, less of a chance someone’ll see me, minimal risk of mass hysteria. Of course,” he mused, “the cover of darkness provides quite a few tactical advantages. Though who the advantage is meant for in this case is a bit hard to tell. I see in the dark, after all.”

He tilted his head, just enough to let the overhead glow bathe his face. He could picture the light catching on his eyes and creating the distinctive eyeshine. It was convenient for the aforementioned night vision, and for the added bonus of unnerving the racially small-minded. (It didn’t escape his notice, the scornful squint one of the soldiers directed at him.)

His lip curled beneath the mask.

“Cornetto!” She strode toward the gangway that had been erected alongside the airship. At the sound of his name, a man poked his head out of the starboard hatch. “How long until departure?”

The pilot tucked his helmet under his arm. “We’re ready to go whenever you are, ma’am.”

“Good,” she said. “I want this over and done with. You heard him, gentlemen. Get Callows onboard.”

“Wait!”

The small procession halted and turned to look at him.

Tyrian made a show of scanning the vicinity. “We can’t leave yet. We’re missing someone.” He leveled a knowing look at the woman ahead of him, all innocence and concern. “Where’s Pickerel?”

“None of your business.”

He clucked his tongue in disapproval. “That is a shame,” he sighed. And then, very softly, he giggled. “Was it something I said?”

She narrowed her eyes. With a sharp hand gesture, she signaled for her subordinates to wheel him onboard. Over the roar of the airship’s engine, Tyrian’s voice carried, in a dissonantly amicable tone: “Do you think I’ll get a window seat?”

Tyrian did not, in fact, get a window seat.

He didn’t even get a seat.

In the end, his handlers had deemed it “a waste of time” to undo his individual manacles and assorted restraints, only to then have to reconnect those directly to the hull of the ship. And so, they’d opted for the much simpler solution of leaving him on the hand truck, and attaching that to the hull instead. Cutting out a few steps, as it were. The unconcerned attitude, coupled with the surprisingly small five-person squad overseeing his transport, left Tyrian a bit insulted, frankly. It gave him the troubling impression they either overestimated their own capabilities, or underestimated his.

He preferred to think it was the former.

It could hardly be called an improvement over his previous accommodations. At least the company was a nice change, even if their only contribution to the conversation was stony silence, with the occasional for gods’ sake, shut up thrown in for good measure.

He’d worked with worse.

“It’s all in the wrist,” Tyrian was saying. He did his best to pantomime the movement around the stasis cuffs. “Once the old cuticle is ready a crack starts to form in the shell. By then it begins to dry out and expand, so it gets easier to wedge a knife underneath. The new cuticle’s particularly sensitive—learned that the hard way when I nicked myself trying to prise it off. But if you can get the blade in at just the right angle, it’s like peeling an orange. And while it helps to speed up the actual moulting process, I’m afraid I haven’t found a handy home remedy for the itching as it starts to—”

“Can’t we just push him off the ship, and say he died in a prison riot?” The soldier shot his CO a hopeful look. “It’s not like anyone’s going to care.”

“No.” She paused mid-type, and glanced up from her scroll. “Just ignore him.”

“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me all these brave, strong soldiers are squeamish.” Tyrian laughed. “If you can’t handle a little anatomy lesson, perhaps you’re in the wrong field. Besides,” he said. “Nothing wrong with swapping beauty tips to pass the time.”

The soldier reclining against a stack of crates snorted. “Do we look like bugs to you?”

“I’ll have you know I’m an arachnid,” he retorted, in mock affront. The chains securing his tail rattled faintly. “You ought to pay attention.” His words held all the subtlety of a fireworks display, audibly aching with the desire to watch something bleed. “The difference might get you killed one day.”

There was a brief silence.

“You know”—the soldier taking a whetstone to their axe spoke up—“I think he has a point. We should put it to a vote. All in favor of executing the prisoner now, say ‘aye.’”

“For the last time,” she groused, “we are not executing him. We have orders to transport Callows and that’s it. If you wanted to kill something, you should have asked to be deployed on the assignment to hunt Grimm—”

The lights flickered as the airship shook. The squad scrambled to their feet.

“Cornetto!” She hurried toward the cockpit. “Did we hit turbulence?”

“Negative, ma’am.” He sounded bewildered. “My instruments aren’t picking up any changes in air pressure. It’s weird, though. The ship’s decelerating, almost like she’s flying into a Dust vortex.”

“Can you do something about it?”

“I can adjust our course and see if that fixes anything, but truth be told, I’m not keen on flying with unknowns. If the problem persists we might have to land and inspect for—”

A second tremor sent the ship lurching sideways. This time, it was accompanied by a roar.

“Grimm!” She unsheathed the scimitar at her waist. “Brace yourselves for a fight if they penetrate the hull. Cornetto, get the ship’s weapon systems online and—”

“What weapon systems?” Tyrian could hear the slap of a hand frantically moving across the command console. “This ship is rigged for fast transport with no heavy armaments. It doesn’t even have shielding!”

The soldier with the axe staggered into the wall beside him, knocked off balance by the ship’s epileptic tremors. “Why the hell not?” they shouted.

“Mistral Command said Grimm activity in this sector was minimal. The Atlas base denied the request for firepower because they thought we wouldn’t need it!”

A black, serrated beak punctured the ceiling.

“Does that look minimal to you?” one of the soldiers yelled.

The Nevermore withdrew its head before her scimitar could connect. “Then use evasive maneuvers,” she spat. “We need to dislodge them before they get into—”

Whatever she’d been about to say was drowned out by the sickening screech of tearing metal. They had all of a second’s warning before a large sheet was torn clean from the hull.

In hindsight, Tyrian would marvel over the serendipity of the hand truck being anchored to the wall, the only thing that stopped him from being sucked out of the aircraft cabin as it decompressed. He narrowed his eyes against the sting of debris and torrents of air rushing past him, only just able to catch sight of two soldiers plummeting into the atmosphere. The remaining three had narrowly avoided the same fate, by virtue of grabbing onto pipes winding through the wall, and in the case of one, embedding their axe into the hull.

A Griffon lofted onto the platform created by the rift.

To his surprise, the creature didn’t move to strike. Coal-red eyes swept over the group as it studied them one by one. There was an alien intelligence in the recesses of its skeletal face, unsettling in its familiarity. Even as his heart beat against his ribcage, the adrenaline raced through his veins, Tyrian felt no fear.

Perhaps it was a suicidal thought to harbor, but he felt an unrequited kinship with the Grimm. What it must feel like, to be compelled by some primordial instinct to kill. Was it the same for them? The hedonistic rush that accompanied each life he took? The hunger no bloodshed could ever sate, that he never wanted to be sated?

When people called him a monster, it was in recognition of what he did. When Grimm were called monsters, it was in recognition of what they were.

The Griffon’s four eyes lit upon him. For a moment it merely stared, its jet-black feathers ruffled by the wind.

Then it lunged.

With their axe anchoring them to the wall, the soldier didn’t have the ability to react as the Griffon bore down on them. The space inside the ruptured cabin was filled by a whirlwind of black, white, and red as more Grimm pushed their way inside. Any view Tyrian might’ve had was obstructed by the thrash of limbs. It did nothing to deafen him to the discordant song of the Grimm and their victims, whose screams had shifted from terror to pain.

So transfixed was Tyrian by the chaos, he nearly didn’t notice the Nevermore approach.

It crawled toward him on clawed wingtips and came to a standstill less than a meter away. With no Aura to protect him, no ability to move, Tyrian was defenseless. He bared his teeth in a wordless snarl, daring it to attack.

The great beast reared back and unfurled wings that bristled with serrated feathers. With a spectral cry, it flung them.

The restraints on his limbs, tail, and face, and the stasis-cuffs on his wrists, shattered.

Renewed energy surged through him. Tyrian held up a hand to inspect the abraded skin on his wrists, watching as a purple sheen rippled over the appendage and spread across his body.

His Aura had returned.

He was free.

At some point the screaming had stopped.

Tyrian turned his attention back to the Nevermore. It had yet to move away, or make an attempt to injure him. Wariness faded to confusion as he regarded the creature. Before he could stop himself, he reached out, fingertips hovering over the wicked beak.

He was close enough to touch.

That was when a sound like magnified thunder rippled through the fuselage, and the airship split in two.

The air left Tyrian’s lungs as an explosion punched him through the hull. The impact sent him spiraling away from the wreckage that had joined him in freefall. Unbidden, his eyes mapped the trajectory of his descent, seeing without comprehending as the earth grew ever closer. There was a distorted beauty to the world around him, great plumes of smoke trailing behind the debris as it fell with all the power of a meteor strike. If he hadn’t been suffocating, the sight would have left him breathless.

A shadow passed above him.

It was all the warning Tyrian had before a pair of talons wrapped around his biceps. Animal instincts screamed predator and escape and fight. His tail coiled behind him, bracing in anticipation for attack. He looked up at the Nevermore, his thoughts already pushing a thousand strategies to the forefront of his mind, looking for weaknesses to exploit, advantages to leverage.

And then he saw her.

Tyrian would never forget the way she moved, silhouetted against the shattered moon while Grimm encircled her. She lifted a hand, and the flock twisted through the sky like starlings. They were poetry in motion, like black ribbons come to life, weaving around the woman as she slowly descended toward the ground.

There was a burning sensation in the corner of his eyes that caused them to blur. Tyrian blinked, and his vision cleared.

The wind caressed his face as the Nevermore banked, its wingbeats slowing as it sailed downward. Toward her, he realized. His chest seized.

With a surprising amount of gentleness, the Nevermore lowered Tyrian to his knees and retracted its claws. It let out a soft, melancholy warble before rising back into the air.

Very slowly, Tyrian lifted his head. He wasn’t quick enough to compose himself, and failed to choke back a sob as he beheld her.

Long, black robes fluttered behind her in the grass. It created a mesmerizing contrast against the pallor of her skin, like freshly-fallen snow, untrodden and untainted by the decay of time. The woman studied him with eyes not unlike those of the Grimm, embers stoked with power that transcended those of the fell beasts gathered around them. A Griffon crept next to her, and she rested a palm atop its face, her gaze never once straying from his. Had he not already been on his knees, Tyrian would have fallen.

“What are you?”

The rasping voice pulled Tyrian from his trance.

Cornetto had survived the crash. The pilot managed to drag himself by the arms, out from underneath a section of the ship. Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth, and when he tried to crawl forward, let out a moan. It only took a moment to see why—a bone had torn through the back of his leg.

Even as he hemorrhaged, even as his strength failed him, the pilot continued to speak, each word teetering on the cusp of incoherence, dragged from his throat like shards of glass: “What are you?”

The woman inclined her head. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. The first words Tyrian heard her speak were in a language he didn’t recognize. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t comprehend them; they chimed like portentous bells, a death knell he would have understood in any tongue.

Tyrian didn’t get the chance to act on the impulse before one of the Grimm intervened. A Beowolf padded toward the broken pilot. He watched, enthralled, as the Beowolf lowered its muzzle and extended its jaws around his head. A mangled noise escaped him.

“What are you—?”

There was a sickening crunch. Tyrian didn’t look away.

It took him a moment to feel the hot streaks trailing down his cheeks. His tail kinked behind him as he gazed upon his savior, drank in her triumphant expression with a thirst he’d never known. Tears flowed freely across his skin.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

For the curiously-inclined, I thought I’d elaborate on some of my RWBY headcanons and worldbuilding.

Stasis-cuffs – Also known as pneumatostatic cuffs, or Aura-breakers. A feat of Atlesian engineering, these devices artificially inhibit a captive’s Aura, sapping them of combat strength and their ability to self-heal or use their Semblance (if unlocked). The handcuffs siphon energy from the captive, using the very thing they suppress to power their circuitry. These handcuffs aren’t made available to the public, with usage restricted to Atlesian law enforcement, military personnel, and Class-B Huntsmen.

Ske sha skele – An idiom used by speakers of Xeric Arcadian. Literally, it translates to “a cloud brings a storm.” Figuratively, it means “don’t ignore the small things before they become big things that catch you unaware.” In Vacuo, a single cloud, if not carefully monitored, can quickly become the precursor for torrential rainfall and flashfloods that are highly dangerous. Skele, originally a derivation of the plural for “clouds,” is a relexicalized word with the acquired meaning “storm” (as in, a storm is made of a bunch of clouds). Tyrian is using the idiom to taunt his captors; “You should pay attention to me, before I give you something to really worry about.”

Íssvangar – A maximum-security prison located in the desolate, frozen wastes of Solitas. Its name translates to “fields of ice” in Old Norse. Its name is a play on words that alludes to both Isengard, the fortress in The Lord of the Rings where Gandalf was held captive; and Bolvangar, the facility from His Dark Materials where children were detained and experimented on.

“Collier” as an insult – IRL a collier is a coal miner. In RWBY, a Dust miner would be the equivalent occupation. Because Dust-mining is an underregulated industry with high fatality rates, the work is often outsourced to Faunus. Over time, collier and Faunus became synonymous. When you call a Faunus a collier, you’re basically reducing their existence to a job that’s cheap, dangerous, and exploitable. You’re saying that they’re expendable and fit only to provide the resources other people benefit from. It’s the implication that a Faunus is meant to go about unseen, toiling away in Dust mines, and when those mines collapse, die in anonymity.

Dust vortex – A term that describes areas with large concentrations of naturally-occurring Dust veins, that interfere with natural phenomena. Depending on the type, the effects of these vortices vary. Gravity and Wind Dust, for example, can create localized high- and low-pressure fields that generate turbulence and storm cells. Other types, like Fire and Ice Dust, can cause disparities between the vortical and ambient temperatures that result in volatile microclimates. Examples of Dust vortices include the floating islands above Lake Matsu.

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I’ve decided to man up and just make a post about this finally. This being...  Lyra’s Powers / Abilities

In no specific order...

1. Healing

Her most notable and most used form of magic. Lyra is an ADVANCED healer, as she has been practicing the art almost her entire life. Put simply, this allows for the restoration of biotic organisms to optimal health. The major applications of this type of magic are:

‣ Regenerating damaged nerves and cells which can prevent scarring ‣ Reattachment of a lost limb can occur under the condition that it was recent ‣ Internal organs being near-completely healed ‣ Disease being detected sooner than normal ‣ Alleviation to suppress symptoms of pain or nausea ‣ To build the immunity of the subject to certain disease

Healing DOES NOT allow for:

‣ Reanimating the dead ‣ Mental/emotional health manipulation ‣ Immortality or expanded lifespan ‣ Reattachment of completely nerve/cell dead limbs ‣ Transferal/Draining of one’s health to another individual ‣ Permanent fixture of wounds/injuries

2. Healing Nullification/Unhealing

A magic that is never used by Lyra but is completely capable to use. Unhealing is, as it suggests, anti or reverse healing and can:

‣ Reopen wounds ‣ Reverse injuries ‣ Inflict diseases ‣ Pain inducement ‣ Wound memory ‣ Drain life energy from a subject ( VERY LOW SUCCESS RATE ) ‣ Slow down or stop the healing process

Skill LIMITATIONS include:

‣ Only working within close range, via touch ‣ Reaction can be delayed/not automatically ‣ Effects may not be permanent ‣ Inflicting disease upon someone must require they have had the disease prior to ‣ May not work on certain injuries or diseases

This type of magic is seldom used by healers, but each of them have the ability to harness it. Using this type of magic may lead the user to degrade themselves if it is used often enough, leading to mental and physical damage and the possibility of insanity.

3. Enhanced Empathy

The ability to interpret, feel, and sense the emotions, moods and temperments of others. Lyra is an INTERMEDIATE empath, and may have difficulty performing this upon higher magic users that hide or manipulate their own self. This is mostly used for:

‣ Understanding a person’s drive/motives ‣ Detecting lies ‣ Deceiving others ‣ Ability to help imagine what someone may be going through ‣ Clairaudience        ‣ Allows the user to hear heightened thoughts and receive “echoes” related to certain                emotions and memories  ( NOT mind reading, LOW SUCCCESS RATE )

The LIMITATIONS of using this skill are:

‣ Mostly experienced through physical touch ‣ Experiencing constant headaches ‣ May become panicked or unable to handle large amounts of emotion at once ‣ Does not work on some individuals ‣ May wear on the user’s mental health if unable to “turn off” their ability

4. Defense Magic

Magic that allows the user to defend themselves. Lyra would, in any situation, prefer to defend herself or whoever it may be, rather than fight. She is a NOVICE in the arts of defense and her abilities include:

‣ Create/generate small forcefields ‣ Temporary intangibility that allows attacks to pass through the body ( LOW                  SUCCESS RATE ) ‣ Deflection of small objects

LIMITATIONS of this magic:

‣ Requires a lot of energy ‣ Drains the user quickly ‣ Chance of being over-charged and wounded if not used sparringly ‣ Chance of defense being shattered or broken easily ‣ May require outside sources of matter for the creation of defense shields

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Long Overdue Conversation:

     They only had a few hours left of the magic that had transformed them, but there was something that Volt wanted to do before they were back to normal. Something he felt that needed to be done at least to start on the journey that would allow him to bury his demons. Thankfully a few phone calls had allowed him to have someone watching Harmony for a day of adventure while he did it.

     He steeled his nerves, walking as confidently as he could along familiar metal walls until he reached a door. A door that the hybrid turned human knew would have a person behind it, staring at a computer screen and bent over piles of notes. With a deep breath to calm the growing anxiety, cybernetic fingers moved to the control panel aside of it. All it took was a small spark and the door slid effortlessly to the side so he could enter. There, just as he expected, was the lanky brown haired man absorbed in his research.

     But he did get some satisfaction that the door sliding open had made the other jump and turn to face him in his chair. “Th-this is a restricted area! You can’t be here without clearance!”

     “Professor...” That was all the ginger started out with, but the violet eyes met with the hazel and the lightbulb seemed to go off in the other’s head as he stood and crossed the length of the room. It was almost strange to be eye level with the human who had been the one to originally give him life.

     “Subje.... Voltage?” Now that was a surprise. Volt honestly hadn’t been expecting to be called anything but his original number, but the other had just called him by the name he had taken after he escaped. Such a strange thought, was the other willing to look at him as more than just an experiment? Or was it because he was currently in the same form that there was a shift in respect. So very strange as the ginger quickly brushed off the hand that came to rest on his shoulder with his cybernetic. 

     “Please don’t touch me.” A pause and Volt made a point to keep his gaze locked with his creator. “I’m not here to allow you to examine me Professor. I’m here to talk...”

     He stepped forward, passed the doorway he had been standing in and allowed the charge given to the outside panel to fade, closing the door behind him. From there, it was a matter of sitting down and the other human was quick to offer him an office chair after shoving piles of papers from it. Volt wasn’t sure what to make of just how eager the professor was to sit with him, but here they were. In the same room and the scientist’s teeth were still in his mouth.

     It was a step in the right direction as they sat across from each other. 

     “Before you ask. No, this change isn’t permanent like my claws, pupils or healing.” Might as well get that out of the way as Volt made himself comfortable and raised his cybernetic hand after seeing his creator’s gaze constantly moving to it. “I’m sure you heard of the death of Ex-Commander Tower. This would be the parting gift he gave me before I killed him.”

      “I had heard he passed, but they weren’t very clear on the implications as to how. You were one of our first successes Sub... Voltage. Commander Tower was obsessed with making more of you, but we couldn’t replicate the process. Something about YOU was different than the rest of the subjects we tried to create.” The human hesitated, reaching out only after Volt extended his cybernetic for the other to get a closer look that he wanted. “You had a spark that none of the others had. You could think on your feet and for yourself. All the others... They were dead inside...”

     “Then why did you continue after I escaped? You were right there beside me daily as they ripped my skin apart. As they tased me until I passed out... Made me fight experiments twice my size and threw me into every wall around the training room. You watched my skull crack open on the floor and only called it off after I couldn’t get back up!” Volt shouted, unable to stop it and felt the other’s fingers flinch against his cybernetic before trying to meet with the hazel eyes that were downcast. “Did you think we couldn’t feel pain Professor? Because I know I screamed bloody murder every time your team dragged their scalpels across my flesh because you refused to allow them to knock me out.

     “Was it really that important to keep me conscious when you tested the different elements and chemicals against my skin just to watch my body correct the damage?” After taking a breath to keep himself calm and not shock the man holding onto his cybernetic, their eyes finally met so he could continue. “You already knew that I had to be in a comatose state for my natural healing ability to not fight your surgeries.”

     “Looking back on it now, I see that the way I treated the other subjects and you was inhumane. That we should have looked into procedures and tests that would have caused you less pain. Not that it would make any difference now, would it.”

     “Not unless you’re continuing to try to make more like me.” Volt spoke honestly as he took his hand back when the other released it, settling it into his lap and finally taking in the notes on the desk nearby. 

     “No, nothing like that. Commander Rook put an end to my division that was working on the different project lines. My job now is to research and develop cures for illnesses and diseases, using the data we were able to gather off of you and other subjects that had an enhanced healing ability.” One stack of papers was pulled from the desk and showed the data from when the hybrid turned human had allowed them to use parts of his skin as graphs to reattach Shadow’s lost limbs. “It’s because of this that I’ve been able to develop biological skin graphs that can be used in hospitals to replace the damaged skin of burn patients.”

     “Wait... You were able to develop that from...” The papers were taken, even though the ginger couldn’t really understand some of the terminology, but he could see the first successful surgery on a patient who had been burned in a house fire. The before and after photos clipped to the file showed the difference and the Mobian in the second image looked as if they had never been injured.

     “Voltage... When I originally studied Professor Gerald’s research. I wasn’t looking to create a soldier like Commander Tower wanted. Project Shadow was originally created to be a cure for NIDs, his body is immune to any disease known to the world, but he couldn’t recover as quickly to physical trauma. When I started your project line, it was so maybe we could save lives. Even if it wasn’t what Commander Tower wanted.”

     “You made me... T-to be a cure? All this time... I thought...”

     “In a way, yes. Commander Tower wanted soldiers that could remain standing. That could fight even after having their bones broken....” This time the hand that was placed on his shoulder wasn’t brushed off. “I wanted to be able to create a life that could do those things, but use it to help others. The way your bones could heal from a fracture, the data we gathered could be used on a smaller scale to fuse the bone back together for someone who couldn’t do so naturally.”

     “Then tell me something Professor. If the funding was originally for what you had been looking for. Would you have still created me in the process?”

     “I likely would have, yes. But I would never have forced you to go through what you did. You’re not expendable.” The words hung in the air as the ginger considered the other’s words. Violet eyes looked at the hand on his shoulder and then down at his own. There was a lot for him to process at the moment and a lot more to think about now that he had a chance to actually sit down with his creator. 

     Maybe he had been wrong all this time...

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Dental Injuries Treatment in Framingham

A dental injury is a fractured tooth that causes lost or damaged teeth, broken teeth, and gums. Treatment for fractured teeth depends on the inflexibility of the damage. We can fix most Fractured teeth by reattaching the broken piece of the tooth enamel or relating to a filling or crown.

Dental Injury Treatment the primary thing when treating a dental injury is to save teeth at risk of being lost and restore them to normal appearance. Dental injuries can do in people of all ages and activity positions. In numerous cases, saving and losing a tooth depends on taking the proper action in the immediate result of an injury.

What causes a dental injury?

Common causes of dental injuries are

falling over down

being injured in the face

having an accident

eating commodities hard

Types of Dental Injury Treatment:

Chipped or Broken Teeth: If teeth have been chipped, fractured, loosened, or tender to the touch, you should see an orthodontist or dentist within 12 hours.

Knocked-Out Teeth: If permanent teeth have been knocked out of them, immediate attention is needed.

Soft-Tissue Injuries: Wash and rinse the area with a cleanser and water if possible, or remove debris and foreign material by hand. It can generally control bleeding by applying direct, gentle pressure to gauze pads placed on the injury.

Types of Fractured Teeth

Small fracture: If the fracture is small, treatment is minimum. The tooth may only need to be smooth over and polished.

Medium fracture: If a larger piece of the tooth is broken off, it can be reattached through a unique bonding process. However, composite bonding (use of white fill material can generally be used to restore the tooth's size and appearance If the broken piece can not be found or is too damaged to be reattached.

Large fracture: If the fracture exposes the tooth's nerve, you'll need more extended treatment.

Although fractured teeth aren't entirely preventable, here are some easy go-to ways you can use at home to help fractured teeth

Avoid chewing complex objects (similar as ice, un-popped popcorn kernels, or pen tops)

Don't grip or grind your teeth. If you engage or grind your teeth while you sleep, talk to your dentist about getting a retainer or other mouthguard to secure your teeth.

Wear a mouthguard or self-protective mask when playing contact sports.

Call our office if you have any discomfort due to the sensitivity of your teeth or mouth. We will set you up with our next available appointment and help solve the problem and find you the relief you need. Don't let your pain go untreated. Our Orthodontist is here to help prevent you from further injury to your mouth and teeth and achieve the healthy-looking smile you've always had.

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Facelift For women

Cryo pen Treatments Skin center Wimbledon & Kensington, London.

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What occurs To Your Body When Experiences.

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exactly How Are lesions destroyed throughout Cryotherapy?

What occurs during A Mini Facelift?

What Are Some common Facelift Faqs?

Why Have A Facelift Or Necklift?

Distinct bone framework also adds to satisfying results. However, if you have much less distinguishing characteristics, you might want to consider facial implants. With this method, the cosmetic surgeon will make smaller sized incisions that do not go as deep as a SMAS facelift. This technique might be best for you if you only have light problem locations, as you will certainly have smaller sized marks and a much shorter healing period. Most of Mini Face Lift surgical treatment, a facial assistance garment is fitted at the end of surgical procedure to help manage swelling and reduce motion article operatively. The incisions are positioned in the all-natural skin fold in front of the ears, in the groove behind the ears and within the hairline and are as a result concealed.

For the very first couple of weeks, marks typically show up pink and also raised. Avoid too much sunlight exposure to the therapy area as this can cause permanent eclipse of the area. It is important that you have a responsible adult to remain with you for at least 1 day after the surgical procedure. This is due to the fact that after a general anaesthetic you will really feel worn out and groggy. The anaesthetic can additionally affect your memory as well as concentration for a few hours to up to 2 days.

What happens To Your Body When Experiences.

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Yes, a Micro-Lift may be the excellent option for your excess neck skin, however there are various other solutions. Some specialists used to take well over 5 hrs for the basic full facelift.

just How Are lesions destroyed during Cryotherapy?

A facelift is accomplished under basic anaesthetic and also an overnight stay in health center is called for. Needle and knife-free, these treatments do not include anything into the skin; they work a lot more naturally. Resting alongside a good friend at dinner recently I was fascinated to learn what was responsible for her skin upgrade from fantastic to absolutely unbelievable. She continued to provide me a brilliantly concise action, telling me exactly what new therapies she had been trying and where. In rare situations the facial nerves which range from the ear to the face muscle mass might be damaged throughout surgical treatment. This may lead to numbness as well as muscular tissue weak point which usually settles without further activity, nevertheless might be long-term.

How much does it cost to become a virgin again?

For Around $2,500, You Can Become A Virgin Again! It's called “hymenoplasty” and what you're guessing is right: It's a surgical reattachment of that thin tissue sexual barrier you were born with, the one you had until you lost your virginity. The surgery costs around $2,500 and has very little risk.

Thus it can be suitable for anybody, but a particular sign is for younger patients with fairly very early signs of ageing, that find this tough to tolerate as well as are prepared to approve that they will need further surgery later on. On the other hand, they will possibly use lasers, peels and lotions to prolong the surgical procedure free period. The unique method to the Mini-Facelift suggests individuals look normally 10 to 12 years more youthful without transforming their expression. Instead of "training" the skin, the issue is solved by transforming the subdermal tissues to their initial places. We ask that you come in and see our nursing group 1 week after surgical procedure to guarantee your laceration websites have actually been effectively assessed. At this juncture we likewise advise you meet with among our on site aestheticians to review continuous therapy to sustain the healing procedure if it is required.

It's great to stockpile on some key food products that can be kept in your cabinet or the refrigerator. You may not really feel like leaving the house for a pair days after the surgical treatment, so this will certainly conserve you from needing to go to the grocery stores when you return home. Additionally, you can cook your very own dishes ahead of your surgery and keep them in the fridge freezer. You can after that conveniently defrost these on days you don't feel like food preparation. A facelift is an exceptional way to reduce flabby or drooping skin, reduce wrinkles, as well as smooth out deep creases. It is important to be in great basic health and wellness before your surgical treatment.

What happens during A Mini Facelift?

Facelift surgical treatment is a frequently done and normally safe treatment. Nevertheless, all surgical treatment as well as anaesthetic have some risk associated. Dangers to all surgical procedures consist of infection, excessive blood loss, negative reaction to anaesthetic or blood clotting. Swelling need to considerably decrease within a couple of days, and also is assisted by elevation, whilst wounding may take a couple of weeks to discolor totally. hifu facial is advised that you take one to 2 weeks off work however your specialist will suggest. Surgical treatment generally takes between one as well as three hrs, however much more complex and considerable treatments can take much longer. This surgical procedure raises the temple, boosting the look of deep lines as well as elevates the brows.

Is the Mona Lisa treatment effective?

It has been clinically proven to provide effective results for vaginal dryness, vaginal laxity and mild urinary incontinence. The Mona Lisa Touch can also improve your sexual health. After just a few treatments, many women experience an improvement in symptoms including dryness, burning, itching, and laxity.

You will certainly really feel bruised as well as aching for a couple of days yet you will be able to return to regular activities fairly swiftly. You might wish to enable the swelling and also wounding to subside before you go back to function, but this need to be feasible in weeks. Straight after surgical treatment you can anticipate to have actually a drainpipe inserted right into the injury, which allows excess fluid to be gotten rid of quickly. This usually continues to be in place till the following day; once it is removed you will be permitted to go home as a one-night stay in The Clinic is regular for face lift surgical treatment. You will certainly require to review your basic health, whether you have actually had any type of previous surgical procedure, specifically on your face, head or neck, and also any kind of hidden health issue. Adhering to the procedure, you'll require to remain in medical facility for 1 or 2 evenings. To learn even more about facelift surgical procedure and also start your journey to your make over, get in touchwith us today.

What Are Some usual Facelift Faqs?

This might mean stopping smoking before surgery or losing weight before the treatment. This will certainly reduce the danger of issues and also help you accomplish much better results from the surgical procedure. It is best if your skin still has some all-natural flexibility and suppleness as it will have the ability to comply with its brand-new, enhanced contours.

Does FemiLift last forever?

How long will the results of the FemiLift procedure last? As long as the patient follows the instructions of the medical provider, the results are long-lasting, usually several years.

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They will certainly then tighten the skin in the direction of your ears and eliminate any unwanted. You are most likely to benefit from a facelift if you have deeper folds of skin on the sides of your nose and mouth, your cheeks have begun to droop or you have a dual chin. You will see the outcome of your facelift when all the swelling has actually gone which may be up to 12 weeks. Renovations differ by the type of cut to your skin, variety of dealt with tissue layers, face target location, and also the degree of invasiveness. Outcomes attained through facelift surgical procedure are resilient and they can assist bring back self-confidence in your look. Facelift surgical treatment is normally performed under general anaesthetic as well as takes two to three hrs.

Does the O shot work for incontinence?

The O-Shot® can help to restore your sex drive and decrease painful intercourse by increasing lubrication. The O-Shot® can improve urinary incontinence, returning your urinary control. It treats stress incontinence as well as an overactive bladder.

Mini lift recovery is reasonably fast and also any kind of residual discomfort must diminish in an issue of days. The whole factor of the strategy is to trigger minimal disruption; that is, minimal marks, marginal disturbance with cells, marginal danger and very little recovery time. There may be an overnight bandage, yet generally little discomfort.

Why Have A Facelift Or Necklift?

Does insurance pay for ThermiVa?

Please note: ThermiVa is not covered by insurance and pricing is subject to change. For your convenience, we offer United Medical Credit and Care Credit to help patients secure the funding they need for their healthcare procedures.

The quantity or extent of the incisions will depend upon the level of skin laxity and the complexity of surgery needed to attain the maximum outcomes. The advantage of Mini Face Raise surgical procedure is that this can be done under regional anaesthetic as an out patient procedure or day situation. The Mini Face Raise Plastic Surgery, Mini Rhytidectomy Surgical procedure will certainly assist reposition drooping skin to accomplish a natural refined vibrant appearance. The optimum procedure for you will depend on your goals as well as specific composition.

It is good to have someone there to assist you if at any type of factor you really feel dizzy or unsteady as you stand up to go home. We, for that reason, suggest you ask a close friend or relative beforehand. You can additionally ask them to drive you residence after the surgery, as you will not be able to drive yourself. Your face may feel fragile the very first couple of days after surgical treatment so you may discover it unpleasant sleeping face down. You may, as a result, want to have some extra cushions gotten ready for after your surgery so you can rest propped up, on your back. Relaxing in a likely setting on pillows additionally has the advantage of reducing swelling around the treated location.

The treatment itself is simple and happens under either local anaesthetic or sedation over the course of between one as well as one and also a half hrs. The surgical treatment involves the placement of a cut behind the ear and also the repositioning of the transdermal cells to their initial places. The laceration websites are very little due to the excellence of the cannula, and scarring will be really minimal. A comprehensive conversation regarding risks and also issues will occur, along with a discussion pertaining to the article procedure as well as recovery stage.

Individuals who had the non surgical facelift had the ability to see cause a couple of months after treatment, without the threats related to surgical treatment.

The beam treats one little area of the prostate at once-- the size of a grain of rice.

High strength concentrated ultrasound can be offered as component of a trial to treat very early prostate cancer.

We offer a variety of treatments to aid you within your skin appearance objectives.

A light beam of ultrasound power takes a trip into the prostate from a probe took into the back flow.

High-intensity focused ultrasound uses high-frequency ultrasound energy to warm and also destroy cancer cells in the prostate.

This reality sheet is for males that are thinking of having high-intensity concentrated ultrasound to treat their prostate cancer.

A mini-facelift might be executed utilizing regional anaesthetic as well as sedation and is the quickest sort of facelift to have. Prevent anything that might advertise face flushing for 4 to 6 weeks.

Your patient advisor will schedule you in for a free consultation with one of our cosmetic surgeons, with no commitment. Your surgeon will certainly make a laceration on both sides of your face within the hairline around your ears.

The Mini-Facelift is a refined method calling for much less disruption of the face cells and also for that reason is quicker. There are variants of strategy and also occasionally added refinements are suggested, such as fat grafting and also stem cell therapies.