[ Many might react with shock or awe at the display of skin knitting together as if by magic, yet Dazai doesn't even bat an eye. Why should he, when it's an all too familiar sight? It just so happens that a fellow colleague of his was endowed with similar healing talents. And judging by her rather insistent offer he has no doubt she can patch up physical wounds beyond her own.
That's a convenient upper-hand in an alien world where modern medical achievements are likely to be few and far between. And while there's no sign of it on his face, Dazai makes a mental note of exactly how a valuable trick like that could come in handy, should someone be at death's door.
Recollection of the ability called Tainted flashes through his mind like a strike of lightning. Then it's gone in an instant, chased away by a benign smile. Or at least an attempt at one as Dazai shifts, stiffly trying to move into a kneel without permitting so much as a grimace or sound of pain to escape him. ]
Ah! I'm so flattered you want to be my doting nursemaid.
[ His razor-sharp thoughts are racing again, but now over how to best utilize the offer on-hand. As always, it's the safest bet to know what he's working with before jumping the gun and wasting limited resources. But no matter how he considers the situation, there's one glaring 'snag' in her plans... ]
But don't worry your pretty little head. It probably wouldn't work on me, anyway~.
[ Dazai happens to be 'gifted' too. Yet in the place of healing or helping others his strength rests in negation. Some would call it a knee-jerk defensive reaction while others would suggest it's like an immune response. Either is true enough, since his ability reflexively 'turns on' and cancels out any power that comes in contact with him. This renders the user powerless for a significant time, all while erasing the ability's impact before it so much as touches him. If she exerts her ability only to be nullified for a long while after, then that would be a pointless waste of resources. With those facts, there's only one action to take: None.
His wounds aren't worth the risk.
Dazai rises to his feet in a cat-like stretch, chasing away the kinks from lying too long. Afterward he focuses on slipping on shoes and gathering up the scattered clothes which have dried out as much as possible in the humid environment. ]
But I'd never refuse such a gracious offer to escort me. So- [ He gives a flourished gesture of invitation towards the path ahead. ] Lead the way!
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That's a convenient upper-hand in an alien world where modern medical achievements are likely to be few and far between. And while there's no sign of it on his face, Dazai makes a mental note of exactly how a valuable trick like that could come in handy, should someone be at death's door.
Recollection of the ability called Tainted flashes through his mind like a strike of lightning. Then it's gone in an instant, chased away by a benign smile. Or at least an attempt at one as Dazai shifts, stiffly trying to move into a kneel without permitting so much as a grimace or sound of pain to escape him. ]
Ah! I'm so flattered you want to be my doting nursemaid.
[ His razor-sharp thoughts are racing again, but now over how to best utilize the offer on-hand. As always, it's the safest bet to know what he's working with before jumping the gun and wasting limited resources. But no matter how he considers the situation, there's one glaring 'snag' in her plans... ]
But don't worry your pretty little head. It probably wouldn't work on me, anyway~.
[ Dazai happens to be 'gifted' too. Yet in the place of healing or helping others his strength rests in negation. Some would call it a knee-jerk defensive reaction while others would suggest it's like an immune response. Either is true enough, since his ability reflexively 'turns on' and cancels out any power that comes in contact with him. This renders the user powerless for a significant time, all while erasing the ability's impact before it so much as touches him. If she exerts her ability only to be nullified for a long while after, then that would be a pointless waste of resources. With those facts, there's only one action to take: None.
His wounds aren't worth the risk.
Dazai rises to his feet in a cat-like stretch, chasing away the kinks from lying too long. Afterward he focuses on slipping on shoes and gathering up the scattered clothes which have dried out as much as possible in the humid environment. ]
But I'd never refuse such a gracious offer to escort me. So- [ He gives a flourished gesture of invitation towards the path ahead. ] Lead the way!