Healing Hand

“Feel me?” Cus commented. Well, she supposed it was still possible for this to just be an ordinary case of her ki not being sensed, but still…she had been under the impression that the regular human couldn’t do that. Had she simply been misinformed, or was this girl an exception? Either way, she was glad to be meeting someone new, and…hm. On second thought, it was possible that this girl simply looked like a human, but wasn’t; she ought not make assumptions.

“Well! If I start trying to eat your brain, you’ll know for sure that I’m a dead human. But you can rest assured that I am nothing like that. If I were human, I wouldn’t be wearing these clothes, or be wielding this staff, would I? At least, the typical human I see doesn’t have clothes anything like mine.”

She had a point, and Willow found herself letting out a small huff-- aimed at herself, and not at the blue-skinned woman. “You’re right. Forgive me...”

Being around a being that was an emotional block to her was unnerving, and as a result she found herself smiling uneasily and taking a step back. The gesture was followed by a short bow before she turned to head away.

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A giggle escaped her as she swayed unsteadily on her feet. Willow would had lost her balance completely if she hadn’t reached out to grab a hold of Gohan’s arm. Her full weight was practically leaning against him, and yet it hardly seemed to phase him. “Hee-- you’re s-strong.”

Pointless statement. Of course he was; he was Gohan.

The pro of alcohol was that it dulled her sense of emotional, making it next to impossible for Willow to feel others and, in turn, for them to feel her. The con? It was the way that everyone suffered through. A severe lack of inhibitions. 

Runa had spent quite some time in Conton as of late, relishing the chance to study in a place full of so many interesting beings and objects… after all, it was a veritable nexus of various time periods! There was nothing quite like it anywhere else! Today, she’d planned to study alone in one of the more peaceful areas she’d found… however, it seemed it wasn’t as unoccupied as usual!

“Hello young miss… it would appear our taste in environments are quite similar!”

An air of calmness comes from the mage, the woman keeping a fairly serene attitude about her.

She jolted, book thumping in her lap as Willow’s head snapped up. Sneaking up on her-- well, it wasn’t unheard of, but it was generally a bit more difficult than doing so to other people. One of the pros, she supposed, of being able to feel emotions. This time though she hadn’t felt anything (though had she simply been too engrossed in her reading to notice...?).

Slender fingers reached up to run through pink hair as Willow offered up a small smile, her other hand reaching out to scrabble for her book. “Oh. Um, yes. It appears we do.” And as the moment began to pass, embarrassment began to color her cheeks. 

Gideon was making rounds for the H.O.P.E corps on the outskirts of Conton City. It was in their contract that they did so,Since they were permitted to help where needed. Perhaps an abnormally strong rift- Or something as such.

Suddenly- Something caught his attention. A burst of energy? Quickly,the leader of H.O.PE made his way there- A girl? no- A time patroller. Quickly,He gave a shout to her.

“Hey there! You Ok!?”

Being alone with only herself to feel had a tendency of amplifying her emotions. It was similar to being stuck in an echo chamber and it normally wasn’t a bad thing. Willow was fully aware this could and would happen, and made sure not to let herself get too overwhelmed.

The problems only ever came if someone surprised her during one of these moments. 

Six’s eyes flutter a bit, having been on the verge of blacking out- a fatal mistake, in her current state. She feels a warm energy against her shoulders, taking a small bit of the edge off the pain… was someone really there…?

“Need… help…”

She can hear the other person speak, but it’s faint and far away- the child was still at death’s door, even if the ki boost had staved off her demise a little longer.

A dark energy swirls in the air around the two patrollers, several of Frieza’s soldiers emerging with a sickly purple aura. Their red eyes glowed like fire, and they seemed almost feral- the Time Breakers hadn’t left the android’s body unguarded!

Willow knelt down beside the child as she grasped ahold of one of her wrists. She used it to haul her arm over her shoulders, making it easier to support her as she stood. Willow was far from tall, but she still had several inches on the girl, resulting in an awkward crouch as she started to hobble back towards the time machine. 

Her progress was halted by the energy swirls. Willow inhaled sharply as she took a step back, inadvertently jostling the child as she did. “Oh-” The rest of her statement wouldn’t have been helpful and was swallowed up in turn, replaced by a low, anxious hum. This was bad. This was very bad.

“Don’t... don’t worry. I’m not going to let them hurt you.” Words that would have been far more convincing if fear wasn’t oozing from her in literally palpable waves. Willow exhaled heavily through her nose before hovering. Maybe, if they were very lucky--

“Oh? Am I alive? Well, I’m speaking, so I must be,” Cus commented with a smile, her face remaining in that same smile she always had. At the same time, though, she wondered what this girl was to immediately react like that.

True, if she could sense ki, then she would not sense any from Cus, but still, that shouldn’t cause quite such a reaction.

“And why do you ask that? After all, I very much look like I’m alive, so there must be some other thing that caused the question.”

Oh, how could she word it? Willow tapped a finger against her cheek as she eyed the blue-skinned girl curiously. Most people were rather uncomfortable with the idea of being near someone who could feel their emotions. It didn’t seem like that would be anything she needed to worry about with her, but she was still hesitant to speak so blithely about it.

Willow… Now that was a nice name. Come to think of it, it was one of the few names he’d encountered that had nothing to do with food. Wow…his universe really was a weird one. Like, his own name meant ‘lunch’ of all things. He would have to save that all for later though, he had a young time patroller to work with. Though it was odd. The more he gave her his full attention, the more he was feeling anxious and…maybe a little nervous?

What was going on? This wasn’t like him.

The girl was certainly soft spoken, but Gohan didn’t mind. Pushing aside the strange nerves, he crouched down a bit to be at eye level with her, a small smile adorning his lips. “It’s ok, Willow. I won’t bite. You want training, right?” That was the reason he was here, after all.

Willow let out the breath she hadn’t even known she had been holding in before nodding stiffly. Yes, training. That was exactly the reason why she had come here. Of course, she really shouldn’t have, and this was a terrible idea, and she knew she was just going to be wasting his time-

She frowned, a record scratch seeming to cause her thoughts to grind to a halt. What? Willow knew she wasn’t strong compared to most of the fighters in Conton, but that didn’t mean she was-- well, there was no reason for her to be--

“Oh, damnit.” She muttered the words before drawing in a deep breath. As she exhaled she could feel her nervousness being tamped down inside of herself, pushed to the back of her thoughts where she could deal with it later. Willow still felt it, but it was drawn back inside of herself and shouldn’t accidentally wind up leaking out onto anyone else. And that meant that their own negative emotions wouldn’t be amplified, and it wouldn’t exacerbate her own, and this whole horrible negative feedback loop would grind to a halt.

“I-- I’m sorry about that.” Willow smiled at Gohan as she took a step back. “What I feel, it- it can kind of- other people can feel it if I’m not really, um, aware I guess.”

And the less said on that, the better. 

Willow was an expert at sniffing out when other people were upset. The downside to this was her own natural ability to sidestep her own troubles, and easily shift conversations away from anything that might have been too deep for her. “Um-- yes! I, ah, I haven’t actually... tried to do anything with any of the mentors yet and I--”

A pause as she bent forward, bowing to show her respects towards him.