#harukaze sensation!

[imiteeshon]

[windfavord]

"Call me whatever you want. It doesn't matter to me," he replies. He has a name, of course-- Harukaze, bestowed upon him by the golden-haired outlander who was the reason he'd regained his erased memories in the first place, or A-Mao as Lesser Lord Kusanali had called him. Still... he's not sure it feels quite right to use these names here.

To say he has complicated feelings about his own naming is an understatement. Those names had been bestowed upon him as a gateway to a new life... and now his life had been upended once more, and he'd been cast adrift in this world, still unaware of his purpose here.

With no clear purpose, no direction... he hesitates to hold on to any of his former identities.

He expects the procedure to hurt. Repairs usually did, though to be quite honest most repairs he'd undergone during his life had also been experiments by nature. The Doctor had used every possible opportunity to study his construction, so that he could bring his life's work into reality... and because the puppet was so durable, there hadn't been any reason to consider his comfort.

The Wanderer shuts out the unpleasant memories, focusing instead on the odd sensation of Steven's telekinesis running through his body. It's a little intrusive, but oddly not too painful. While he can feel pain, it's not so bad as it is for a human-- nothing more than a warning sign that something's wrong with his body-- so despite the discomfort he's more fascinated than anything else.

Once Steven's finished, he raises up his formerly-injured arm, experimentally flexing his fingers. It's not as strong as usual, and could probably be re-injured, but the repair is just about seamless. Even with his divine power sealed, he shouldn't have much of a problem recovering.

"This is..."

He trails off, slowly starting to push himself up before quickly lying back-- the repaired pathways and mechanisms are still healing, and he's a little low on energy. Best not to strain himself too much just yet.

"Your power is impressive. I didn't think it would be such a simple matter."

His voice is different now than it was before-- softer, quieter, less biting. Not only that, but there's also a very clear note of respect. Even his gaze, which had always been so sharp and wary before, has become ever-so-slightly more trusting, like something in his mind had slipped into place, one or two layers of the walls he kept between himself and others slipping down and vanishing beneath the floor.

Someone who worries about functionality over everything else. Steven would appreciate that view more if it didn't involve him disregarding his own body to achieve that. There's little use in arguing the point though, not when he's so banged up that he can hardly keep his eyes open.

Instead of bothering to continue trying to talk, Steven lays his hands on the man's chest, careful not to press. He doesn't need to really, but it's easier to focus like this. Honey eyes go distant and somewhat glassy, staring blankly down at his patient as he focuses on his power.

If he had everything he'd lost, this would be no effort at all. Regenerating a body was only hard for the amount of energy it required after all.

Rather then let his body follow its own plan and simply speed the healing onward, he had to carefully reach into the other body and all but blindly guide things back into place with nothing but telekinesis. Tricky, but not impossible. Especially when he engaged his astral computer to assist in mapping out the interior of the body before him.

"You know, you never told me your name," Steven says conversationally as he follows the path of fluid like blood but not, seeking out cracks where it escapes and carefully tugging the edges closed. Given he's manipulating clumps of atoms at a time, the breaks will seal smoothly, if end up a little thinner and weaker then the rest of the surrounding walls. "It feels kind of awkward to be poking around inside your body without something to call you. Should I just give you a nickname?"

It's easy enough to follow the flow of energy and pick out where it escapes as well. He pulls holes back together the same way there, marveling at the smooth mesh of biological and mechanical designs. Steven refrains from moving much, focusing on sealing cracks until he encounters a piece that's twisted too far out of alignment to simply seal up and he grimaces.

"This is probably going to hurt or at least feel really weird." A small crease forms between his brows and he flexes his fingers on the man's chest, splitting his attention to move more then one piece. The surrounding tissue is carefully eased away from the twisted part and held out of the way before he nudges the piece back into place and sets to sealing the cracks again, letting everything else carefully ease back into place around it.

"Little better?"

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Today’s Maid of the Day: Hashiro Mio from Harukaze Sensation!