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muppet_thighs ([info]muppet_thighs) wrote in [info]tensor,
@ 2011-02-15 20:09:00

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Entry tags:jono_starsmore, josh_foley

Backdated to Feb 12, late afternoon [Josh]
Since he didn't need to sleep or eat, the powers evaluation had been almost immediately, much to Jono's relief. He wanted to figure out what happened and what was going on with his body. Optimism and hope were strong in Jono, but having your jaw blown off and burning away most of your chest cavity did not have a visible upside that he could fathom. He'd been in a daze on the plane, not awake but not asleep and hearing sounds and voices but sometimes feeling them too. Like they were stroking his hand or something. It was definitely weird. The UK branch of where they were sending him had bandaged him well and clothed him in layers that hid what was going on, so that stares were all for the strange boy in too many clothes for the weather who didn't take off his heavy coat on the nice warm plane.

In the Reyes Medical Center, Jono felt more exposed than if he'd been fully naked (which he had been at some point, but he must've started blocking things out of his memory), laying there on the table with a pair of scrubs pants barely clinging to his nonexistent hips, bare to the waist. His long fingered hands clutched handfuls of crumpled exam table paper and his psifire glowed like a cheerful campfire that just needed some weenies and mallows. Most of the gauze had been removed from the edges of burned skin but would be replaced when the exam was done. Jono certainly did not feel like he was missing his jaw and chest front, which explained why he kept trying to speak.

To be sure, the medical team had been incredibly thoughtful and respectful, to the point Jono was becoming suspicious. There was one last healer who was going to look at him, a powerful student who would be overseen by Dr. Reyes. She promised he would be bandaged back up, dressed, and feeling comfortable before he left, but he had no way of knowing if she would do so.

Throughout the exam Jono had tried to keep his eyes closed, because he didn't want to see people looking at him. Like he was different. Like he was an experiment. Like he was a freak. But a student, at the school he was going to go to... Jono scrimped an eye open. And tried that new way to talk he'd been taught.

His mindvoice was weak and reverberated rather like a bad 70s disco, but it was his voice. *A... Alright?*



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[info]muppet_thighs
2011-02-16 06:04 am UTC (link)
To say Jono was a little nervous was understating it, but he couldn't do anything but let it happen. There had been so much of 'trust us' or 'let us take care of you' and very little explanation of what was about to happen. Now that he was through most of the exam he understood that explanations would vary based on... him, but at the time it had been frustrating.

So he mentally braced himself while his fists full of paper dug into the table cushions. The healers he'd seen had all had different powers, but for the most part had been physically uninvasive. However...

There was a... a tickle. Like someone was working the thinnest strands of... something... into him. Like a river. Waving. Niggling in. It was the oddest sensation. Like he was moving but not. Like... like each individual vein was being brushed over by a breeze. And then that breeze seemed to... flow a little, and then withdrew. If he could've Jono would've shivered.

He did not feel the little push of life Josh tried to give his body. Not on that level. There was a strange sort of pressure that he could sense more than feel, and then it was gone.

Josh did not seem to feel good once he took his hands away and Jono was afraid something had gone wrong and he would be blamed. *Wot... Wot 'appened?*

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[info]fatedtouch
2011-02-16 06:08 am UTC (link)
"I tried to reconstruct a bit of you, and your powers didn't like it," he replied, looking at him through one squinted eye. The other was still closed, with a hand braced over it. "Sorry, did it hurt?"

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[info]muppet_thighs
2011-02-16 06:11 am UTC (link)
*...Er. No.* What? His powers didn't want him to fix his body? What? *Mm, h-how's that then?*

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[info]fatedtouch
2011-02-16 06:50 am UTC (link)
Josh leaned back into the bed and dropped both arms, looking at him. "I've seen a lot of things in my years here at Xavier's. I've been trained by some of the brightest, most innovate minds in medicine. And I can honestly say, Jonothon, I've never seen anyone like you. I think your power is not just an ability for you, it...is you. It's powering you as much as...whatever it is you do."

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