InsaneJournal

Characters: Jaenelle Angelline, mentions of other characters
Date: June 12-13
Location: The Casino
Summary: Healings, yo.
Rating: Low
Warnings:

OOC: If anyone would like their brain-drained characters to have been healed by Jaenelle, please feel free to mention it.



Minds broken. Lives lost. There was little time for Jaenelle to rest and get her bearings in this strange city, not when there was work to be done. She could do nothing for the dead- They had returned to the Darkness and were beyond the scope of even her abilities. But these ones, the ones willing to entrust themselves to an unknown witch on the chance that she could undo the damage done. Them she could save.

And so Jaenelle Angelline began to weave her webs. Not the tangled webs of visions and dreaming, but webs of healing. Castiel and Ladvarian brought her frames throughout the night. When the frames weren't large enough, she used doorways. And when the doorways weren't large enough, she used entire walls. Each web was shielded so it would not be damaged. The larger ones even held Black chips, tying them into her power so they would last longer.

When the weaving was over, though, there was no time to rest. Jaenelle wouldn't allow herself the rest even if there had been time. One by one, she lead the afflicted into the room that held her webs. One by one, she sat them down and slowly, carefully, she guided them back from the near madness that was similar, but not the same, as the Twisted Kingdom, never revealing her true form, the form of Witch, to them. The healing webs helped to stabilize their poor, ravaged minds while the self consciously picked the pieces back up and slotted them into place.

These landens- they were not so different from the Blood. Not really. A shattered chalice was a shattered chalice. The important part was that the pieces all be found.

The challenge she came across was in how to brace the still-fragile minds without destroying them. Because of the delicate nature of the landen mind, she couldn't use even her lightest Jewel strength. It would simply be too much for them to handle. Landens were just not built withstand Jewels.

The first couple were easy enough. Those with their own reserve of power, power that could be tapped, she siphoned off to secure the rebuilt connections. They would heal nicely, with time. And Jaenelle would ensure that they took the time to heal, too, even if she had to hound these strangers into it. It was the others, the ones without that same reserve, that she was concerned about, that she had to work with creatively. In the end, the answer was elegant, and brilliant, in it’s simplicity. Landens couldn’t channel the power of a Jewel, that much was true, but they didn’t need to. Not for what she had in mind.

Taking a short break, just long enough for Ladvarian to badger her into swallowing a room temperature cup of coffee and take a few bites from a sandwich left for her, Jaenelle excused herself from the room she was using for healing and called in her Jewels. She sorted through them until she came to the pouch holding jewel chips, left over from when she’d had her Jewels set. Ebony and Black were out of the question, along with the rest of the darker ones. Jaenelle shuffled through the chips until she pulled out a few of the smaller pieces of her white Jewel. These tiny White chips should be able to hold just enough psychic power to ensure the landens’ safety while feeding the healing webs, allowing their minds to heal.

With a fierce glint of satisfaction in her sapphire colored eyes, Jaenelle Angelline went back to work.