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Oh, thank God. As Aspen tentatively stretched her hands out, Dorian couldn't help but give a sigh of relief. He hadn't been sure if that would work-- man, some of these kids were twitchy as hell. She didn't seem to want to watch him work, which was probably a good thing, because watching a dude pull glass out of your hands was… probably not the most fun thing to do.
"Hold still," he said, pulling a pair of sanitizer tweezers from his pocket. "This won't hurt a bit."
Which was true, because it really wouldn't.
Gently, gently, Dorian reached out with his mind and blocked off the pain receptors in Aspen's hands. It wasn't like he liked seeing students in immense pain, after all. He rinsed off her hand with the disinfectant and then began slowly pulling out each piece of glass. It was a good thing the splinters had all been fairly large, because smaller ones… could have been a bit of an issue. As it was, Dorian didn't have any problems getting the glass out.
He rinsed her hands off once again, and patted them dry with the cotton pads. Then, to protect the wounds, he wrapped her hands up with the bandages. They looked fairly secure, so he eased himself out of her mind and patted her on the shoulder awkwardly. The pain would probably come back, but the worst of it was over. "All done," he said. "You'll be fine. Try to keep them clean and dry, let them heal and all that, got it? Now, go talk to your little friends, and do whatever you miserable little brats do in your free time."
Dorian stepped away. He wasn't really in the mood for conversation, to be honest, and this place kind of gave him the heebie-jeebies. It did look suspiciously like a government laboratory, after all.
With a sigh, he heaved himself back onto the platform and plopped down onto the ground. When Meredith arrived with the rest of the students, he'd give them the usual health-and-safety speech, and then he'd have to have a capital-T Talk with the woman.
Because seriously, stopping a moving train abruptly and completely without warning? While there were unsuspecting students who didn't wear seatbelts on it? Not cool.
Well, that would have to wait until she actually showed up, of course--
Wait a sec. Were those kids standing on the tracks? Wasn't that… dangerous?
"Hey!" barked Dorian. "Get onto the platform, brats! Now!"
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Kitty Lee
"I don't know," Cheol told her. "I haven't tried to see whether it works for anyone else."
Well, fair enough. Kitty nodded: that did seem to make sense. Like, why would you let someone else touch your presumably priceless artefact of power thingy? Much better to just… keep it. And not let anyone else touch it.
"Oh, of course!" she hummed. "If I had a special magic thingy that gave me powers, I wouldn't let anyone touch it! Ever! Um, unless it was cursed. In that case, I'd be getting the heck away from it!"
Okay, maybe she'd been reading too much creepypasta. "Um," she started. "Ignore that, I don't always make sense--"
"Hey!" barked Mr. Dorian. "Get onto the platform, brats! Now!"
Well, okay. She'd do that, then. Obediently, Kitty made her way onto the platform. Now that she thought about it, standing on train tracks when she already knew that one of her teachers was a psychopath and that there was definitely a train that used these tracks was… probably not the best idea.
As she walked, she passed by Aspen, whose hands had been nicely wrapped up. Had she ever introduced herself to this girl? Uh… probably not. Well, now was as good a time as ever!
"Hi!" she beamed. "Aspen, right? I'm Kitty! I'm fifteen, and a teleporter! What about you? Oh, wait, do you wanna sign my cast?"
Maybe that wasn't the best thing to blurt out upon first meeting a person. Well, Kitty had never had the best brain-to-mouth filter.
