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Display Name: Willa Lisieux
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how do you do fellow kids?

my name is willa and i want you all to know what if you are injured and need a hand, you're free to call me instead of 911. i know it's wonderful to have a hot firefighter scoop you up and whisk you to an ambulance, but i'm a healer so i can also do that.

i probs cannot pick you up, actually and there are some caveats. i can and will heal a paper cut, but some things should be dealt with on your own i think. it's not noble to suffer but i don't want to put band-aid out of business, they will sue me. so use your best judgement.

second, much like the genie of the lamp, i can't bring people back from the dead. i'm not jesus. but a cut, a dismemberment, a stabbing, a shark bite, or perhaps you were gored by a minotaur because you didn't knock before going to the center of the maze. i'm you girl, that's me, your man in havana. [ included here is her phone number if anyone wants to TEXT HER instead of interacting with the post and just in case. ]

thirdly, does anyone remember 2001's ben foster vehicle get over it? bc i have the big red theme song stuck in my head battling with vitamin c's cover of captain & tennille's love will keep us together.

ok bye

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[meca]

I was a corpse for like, two years?

( idly, while he drops the hair from between his fingers and reaches back for the coffee instead. )

I'm being kept alive by a magic tether, moment it drops my body gets fucked and starts turning into a monster. Normal occurrence, for corrupt witches where I'm from. Not the tether, the monster magical girl transformation. And there's no reversing it once it's done.

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Gross, [ she says mildly, with no heat. she's not actually grossed out by much. (worms, she doesn't like worms.)

her nails drum against her cup, thoughtful, before she holds out her hand, palm up. for a woman that professes to be a great healer, which she is, willa knows little about magic. that was the purview of other people in their group. she barely knows how her own power works because it works so she has no incentive to figure out the hows and whys. she can take a guess, but mostly she is working on instinct alone.

she's guessing that she can't heal oliver when he's tethered, but there's only one way to find out. ]

Let's see, hm?

[meca]

Yep.

( he's got no issue reaching out and placing his hand against her own. his magic thrums through his fingers for a moment, the ink against the back of his hand glowing a soft blue as it reaches through her--feeling for anything unhuman. it fades back just as quickly as it started, and oliver's expression doesn't shift any.

instead, he just keeps his eyes on hers. squeezes her hand softly.

he feels almost alive, but it's--fabricated, almost. his heart pumps blood, his organs are all working, but it's not his body keeping his heart going. it's something else, external. a thread connecting him to theo himself, wherever he's wandered off to. and under that is--a darkness. something tainted and toxic, black and sludgy, lurking just under the surface and waiting for that thread to sever so it can take over. )

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[ it's like submerging herself, feeling the cold, darkness lick at her, tempting her down into the dark depths. oliver is alive, but the corruption is like creeping rust, waiting for what is keeping oliver alive to snap in order to surge through him. that tether is a dam, but willa thinks she can overwhelm the monstrosity licking at oliver's false life as long as she gives herself something to heal. she might have to stab him but he doesn't seem like the type of person to hold that against her.

she's healed worse wounds, bleeding illness and fever from her lovers with knives, reaching into their gaping chests to start their hearts and feel their wounds heal under her fingers, cracking bones to heal them neatly, watching blood pool in the water until they gasp awake half choking on the water she'd used to save them.

her eyes flutter open and she squeezes his hand in return, belated. ]

I can't do anything while that tether exists and I will probably have to hurt you, very badly, in order to heal you enough to siphon the corruption at the same time. But.. I think I can do it.

[meca]

So we need to break it.

( which is really not ideal; the last time oliver went without it, he was moments away from--whatever's going to happen to him without it. becoming more corrupted, losing oliver and instead being the thing the tether is holding back. he sucks in his lower lip, looks up over her head for a moment, before he's slouching back into his chair and offering a little nod of his head.

like he's still mulling it over. )

Fine, yeah. Give me a few weeks? I've got shit to prep before my line gets all fucky.

( chances are high this'll fuck up what access to his magic he does still have. prepping a few charms in advance just in case he needs them later isn't a shit idea. )

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Of course. My death sentence has been stayed so I have plenty of time at my disposal suddenly.

[ it's weird, the idea of a nebulous future because lark isn't here to kill her and her friends, but it's beginning to grow on her. ]

And if you change your mind that's okay, too. [ she shrugs, sipping her drink again. ] I think this is one of those rare times that doing nothing is just as viable an option as doing anything else.

[meca]

It's not.

( well it is, but, )

The guy I'm leeching off of currently, his magic and mine isn't compatible at all. Like, the rules are different between our magics, but his is--on the opposite spectrum of mine. Which means mine's extra fucked now.

( part of the reason why he wants to fix himself. being undead isn't the worst, being connected to theo, while he appreciates theo saving him from dying, isn't ideal. )

So like, I need it to be fixed.

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[ her forehead wrinkles, humming around her straw. she suspects it's theo, but she can't figure what is the opposite of green, nature magic. perhaps... metal? polina can control electricity and sometimes that includes conductive metals but polina isn't here to help anyway, because willa is alone. ]

Yes, that doesn't sound ideal.

[meca]

It's not his fault, I just don't like it.

( he and pierce hadn't been even-matched either, but pierce was a powerhouse in his own right, and he'd been the one who had brought oliver back to life--so oliver was tied to him regardless. and while pierce isn't a mechanic witch, he's also closer than theo is. rangor worked well, because his magic feels demonic, oliver's secondary plane.

but being alive is first and foremost, most important. he's alive. )

I'm surviving, but I'm not like, thriving, and this place didn't bring most of my shit, so I have to rebuild.

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[ her head bobs in a nod. ]

That makes sense. Well, whenever you'd like to try, I don't actually have a lot going on.

[meca]

Next time.

( hands press against the table, as oliver pushes himself up to his feet. )

I need to fix my charms first, then we can go for it.

🎀

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[ willa's gaze follows him as he stands but she's content to finish her drinks. ]

Just let me know.