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[You will notice a few things where Vin walks. Not a healing, not exactly, but the sense of refreshment. Regrowth. Skinned needs are unskinned. Cells grow. Plants experience the most noticeable change, growing more in minutes than they have in years. (She shies away from the garden for this reason - it would become a thicket quickly, easily.)]

[Hair grow where she passes, and nails. She can feel a tingling on her own scalp and under her nail bed, and is wild-eyed with anger - under which is fear. She hasn't been this out of control in ages, but then, she hasn't sensed the dead before, either.]

[Her hair is down past her waist when she gives in and broadcasts, peering through the camera as though her gaze can make people reveal their secrets. Behind her, a green tendril uncurls and rests on her shoulder.]

Give me Dillon Cole. Now.

( ooc; vin is a star shard from dillon's canon, um, star shards! tl;dr she is part of dillon's soul and her power is growing shit out of control. open to spam or video, more info here. )

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[Helena's walking down the stairs from the deck, gloved hands on hips. There's a strange sensation, something happening to her feet, to the dead digits there -- like someone's working her. But of course, no one has hands on her. The sensation grows as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, almost becoming unbearable, a fizzing, tingling feeling where the flesh had died on her bones. When she rounds the corner, there's only one person in sight and she calls out to Vin in an almost-gasp:]

What are you doing to me?

[What is she doing to everyone, is the better question. Until she finds Dillon she won't be able to stop or even slow what's happening.]

[She doesn't understand at first what Helena is, what she is doing to her. She doesn't know how much Helena has physically lost. Just feels a strange gap and shakes her head.]

I didn't mean to. I can't stop.

[She can feel the growth, the feeling of muscle fiber knitting itself together, the blood flowing into capillaries that had been dry and shriveled and broken. The magic is undeniable, the blowback being erased; a stupid question pops into her head for a moment - if the blowback gets reversed, do they come back to life? - and dies before she can wonder at it too much.]

Don't-- [But she doesn't know what she's asking for so stops and shakes her head, wonderingly.]

Don't stop? Or don't continue?

[She sincerely hopes it's the first one. The second plea won't get any traction. That's just not how it works. She can't make it go backwards - not anymore.]

If you want it to stop, you're going to have to run away.

[Helena shakes her head. Yes, it's strange, and yes, it's frightening, but what death worker hasn't wished for their blowback to disappear. Who doesn't wish to be healed? Just because that wish went unanswered for so long doesn't mean she will run from it now.]

No, I meant-- I don't want you to stop.

[She pauses for a moment, as much as she can when she's this agitated; then she closes her eyes and lets it happen. Feels the death and brings it back to life, every place her flesh has desiccated blooming with the flow of blood again.]

[It won't take long. Minutes at most, and Helena will be as whole as she was when she was a child.]

[Vin watches her carefully, waiting for a reaction.]

[Helena closes her eyes and feels it, waits it out. The renewed flesh is so present, so real and solid and there in a way she never felt it before it was lost. Her arms are tight by her sides, fingers curled into fists. She's shaking, ever so slightly. When she opens her eyes, when it's over, she just... looks at Vin for a moment, a wondering, wild look.]

I don't know how-- This is... more than I thought possible, even here.

[A better reaction than it could be. She keeps her wary distance from Helena, but does not run away.]

A year ago, I would have agreed with you.

Just accept it. It's not a gift, it's just - a fact of nature, now.

[And, okay, she takes a breath. Curls her toes in her shoes. They're real. They are, as Vin said, a fact of nature. And there's more than just that - her hair feels strange on her head, her legs, her arms. She realises she can feel it growing too. It takes a moment but when she speaks again her voice is composed, as if this is nothing too unusual.]

You're a very powerful worker. [Yeah, it's not strictly one of the categories of worker from home, but it's habit to just call any magic work.] What happened a year ago?

I'm not a worker. I'm just a kid.

[She tips her head to one side, unsure how to put it.]

We discovered our . . . potential.

Your potential? [A short, almost choked laugh bubbles up from the depths of her throat.] That's a very mild way of putting it.

How would you put it? [she retorts sharply, hoping against hope she's not about to be called a god (again; she's tired of it now, after all the trouble it caused).]

[A flicker of a frown crosses Helena's face at the sharpness in her tone. But she's not one to deify other workers, even ones with this much power.]

I just mean-- It's amazing, this much power. This kind of work. Potential is a dry way to say it.

I'm a dry type of person.

I've noticed. [But that makes her smile nonetheless.]

You said "we". How many of you can do this?

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