Bonesaw spat into Parian’s face. Her own flesh burned as whatever chemical she had been holding in her mouth spilled down her lip.
I guess she’s reinforced the flesh in her mouth too, in order to be able to hold it.
Parian, for her part, dropped the scalpel, tore her mask off and staggered blindly in the general direction of the sink, her hands over her eyes.
Ah, yeah, I would imagine a chemical that burns flesh would be especially bad to get in the eyes.
No.
Of course, putting her back to Bonesaw was probably a bad idea.
What I wouldn’t give for the chance to change this, to act, to offer even one word of assistance.
I wonder if any capes with time powers had trigger events that caused them to think something like this.
Hm. One… word of assistance? It might be too complicated for her right now, but it could be possible to write something with the bugs, or reproduce speech like she did with the Protectorate.
Bonesaw turned her head and spat again, some residual chemical directed at the threads. When that didn’t achieve the desired result, she repeated the process. The threads snapped and she dropped to the ground.
Here she comes.
“Burned mah tongue,” Bonesaw said, to nobody in particular. Or to me?
Pfft, I guess she’s not going for stealth after all.
She stuck it out to demonstrate. It was scalded, blistered and covered with dead white flesh in much the same way her lip was. She spat again.
Eesh.
So where did she hide whatever custom gland secretes this chemical, exactly?
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