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whatever her shitty network ID is, he's ignoring it

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I can't decide if you're reviving a dead person, if you know a dead person and they've been wounded, or if you are a dead person and you're figuring out your options.

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uhhhhhh tbd

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Right, and that means?

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to be determined fuckass
do u know or not!

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Wouldn't that be TBDF?

And yes, I know. It works if you ask the right person. The Lan boy I nearly sent you to, he wouldn't have been able to heal the dead. Only the living.

I myself can heal the dead, or. At least I assume I can? I've raised them, healing shouldn't be hard compared to that.

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ok n can u like....... tell if someones dead

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Is it not obvious? The man I raised, he still looks... very much dead no matter what he tries to do with himself, unfortunately.

I can't sense it, if that's what you mean.

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why the FUCK dont u have deadovision

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Right?? It's entirely tragic. If I ever end up in a place where the dead have figured out how to be subtle, I don't know what I'll do.

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ok fine w/e
1 healy bullshit what would i owe u

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The first one is on the house, is that the phrase?

Tell me it's not your kidney.

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hang on why

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To the first - Quite honestly, you have nothing I could possibly want and being owed is exhausting.

To the second - Nevermind. I was going to say 'I hear that one dies without it' but if you're already dead then I suppose that takes the pressure off, doesn't it?

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who said i was talking about me asshole!

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Are you trying to tell me you were ready to owe me to heal someone else? You don't seem like the type.

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fuck
no ur right
its me whatever
n its my whole me, not just my kidney

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Are you sure it wouldn't just be easier to die again and start over?

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uh yeah! pretty fucking sure! what the fuck

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I had to ask! Don't look at me like that.

Where do I find you? To try to pull your sorry corpse back together and whatnot.

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store
in back
whats ur eta

[ someone may or may not have been gorging themselves on chips, which were doing the opposite of helping her heal anything. she's kind of a bloody mess. ]

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Half hour, maybe less.

( he's never timed the walk from the cabins, so. )

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chop chop clocks ticking im dying etc etc

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( there's no reply, his focus instead on making his way down the path to the gas station. the bell above the door jingles when he arrives, and he glances around despite her saying she's in the back, as if whatever has her in this shape might somehow still be here. (he doesn't truly think it would, it's more a thoughtless reflex than anything.) )

If you're already dead, ( he calls, upon seeing nobody else in the gas station to out her dead status to, ) Then what's all this about dying? ( his feet carry him toward the nearest 'in back'-worthy door (the employee area, whatever that means), though it may not be the correct one. ) It's not as if the dead can properly bleed out.

( he's listening for some sort of sign of un-life, a response to confirm he's headed the right way. )

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[ It is indeed the correct one; Parker sits sprawled in one of the janky lawn chairs they kept back there for employees. The hole in her stomach hasn't stopped bleeding, and spoilers, she's been making it worse by cramming in junkfood from the shelves in here. Currently she sits looking like a murder victim, her skin ashen (it always is, though) and her clothing smeared with blood. She gives him a lazy salute to see him. ]

Heeeey, long time no see. [ It's been like 2 days. ] Don't be insensitive to the dead, asshole.

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( he slows to a stop when he sees all the blood, though to his credit, he seems more caught off-guard than actually alarmed. )

I'm simply curious, ( he fires back, only a moment or two belated. then feet carry him closer to crouch down and scrutinize the wound. it's not terribly easy to see it with her shirt (or what's left of it after the gut-wound) still in the way, but that's fine. it's not as though he needs to stitch it back up. )

I can help, ( he says now, his tone gone a bit more serious as he covers the caveats. ) But it's not going to be quick, and you'll hear a bit of, well. Screaming. In your mind, not out loud, and it should stop shortly after I'm done. ( if she were looking for reassuring, she asked the literal worst of all the cultivators in this place for help. ) Should I go ahead?