* BRAIN / WASHED.

independent painwheel. penned by kit.

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saunterz‌:

  ❛ i’ve adopted a few over the centuries.  ❜

                “ What are the requirements ?? Blood oath ?? ”

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saunterz‌:

                     ❛ where is my offspring? ❜

                 “ You have kids ?? ”

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happy, just chilling.

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                  It wasn’t often that Carol got to speak with Thor ; after all, he was a busy man, very rarely on Earth for extended amounts of time. For the time that he was here, the young girl had trailed him around the area, like a curious cat stalking a mouse. Y’know, if cats were the least stealthy creatures in the world and mice were big gods of thunder. Discussion topics were formulated in her head, but she faltered on speaking every time she got close. 

                  What would gods even prefer to talk about ?? Carol would assume themselves, but she knew not enough about Thor to begin that discussion. Maybe asking a question would be best ?? Finally, Carol slips out from behind the corner she was failing to hide behind. Crouched on all fours, the girl opts to stand as straight as she can, practicing good manners for a good impression. 

                  Stance wobbles as she attempts to balance Buer without the support of her arms. While she’s still slouched over a bit, she finds this position much more welcoming than her previous one on all fours. Smiling, the corners of her mask twisting with the action, she raised one hand. “ Hello. ” She counts to five in her head. “ Can you tell me about your hammer ?? ”

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brooklynmadetm‌:

“ who needs sleep anyways. three am is my favorite time of day. “

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                  A small nod of the head followed his words, though she’s not sure if he was speaking to her. Red eyes follow his movements, fingers drumming on the ground as she worked up the courage to speak. “ I agree. For a long while I was only able to operate under the cover of darkness. Three A.M. was always when the stars shone the brightest. ”

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brooklynmadetm‌:

“ there better be a damn good reason why you woke me up or i swear to god. “

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                Carol faltered as he spoke, head canting a tad, fingers digging into the soft carpet. “ I uh -- well -- ” the girl frowned beneath her mask. “ You were tossing and turning a lot. I thought you were having a nightmare. And I guess uh, I guess I thought you needed to be woken up from it. Sorry. ” 

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aemulo‌:

“I’m going to take a guillotine to your kneecaps.”

                “ My kneecaps aren’t the thing that’s making me taller. ”

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aemulo‌:

“People more than three inches taller than me will be executed. Sorry, them’s the breaks.”

                 Carol smiles as she slowly raises her wheel as high as she could, pushing her overall height about two feet higher. She doesn’t say anything, but there’s a smug look in her eyes. 

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          META - TIME.

                  carol + her mask.

                  Carol’s mask, while seeming like a simple accessory, is actually part of the parasite infused with her body. The parasite, linked to her blood, must stay latched onto her face or both parties will experience negative side-effects from the separation. Carol’s mask can be removed for one to three hours without any significant side-effects, but if it remains off for much longer than that, both Carol and the parasite will begin to share a sense of pain and weakness.

                  As it stands right now, the mask cannot stay connected to anyone else ; it is joined with Carol in blood and will only take to her body. If anyone else tries to wear the mask, it will not attach itself. 

                  So, what exactly does this parasite provide for Carol ?? Well, the mask allows Carol to perform most of her attacks involving the production of bone-like spikes, allows her extra flexibility, and infuses her with enhanced strength. When the mask is removed for prolonged periods of time, Carol will often lose the extra strength she has, often causing her to be unable to move around with Buer on her back. 

                  As much as she loathes the thing, she must wear it. Carol is still trying to find a way to reverse the connection the parasite has with her so she can survive without the mask. In the brief hours she’s able to remove it, she savors the semi-normal appearance she has.

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‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

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                “ Is it really that bad ?? ” Carol asks, a small frown on her lips. Mask discarded on the table ( it writhed and wiggled on its own , the parasite which controls it clearly displeased with the separation from its host ) , the young girl allowed Natasha to look over the swollen lump on her head. Buer lay limp on the bed, having been the root of the issue at hand. 

                  The medication the team’s scientists have been working on were meant to slowly decrease the amount of power the parasite had, though the most it’s done has caused shortages with her enhancements. When Buer shorts out, there’s nothing she can do to control it ; she was on the floor, playing cards, when the shortage happened. The nearly two-hundred pounds of metal fell hard as soon as Buer’s power faded, slamming down on her head in a rather nasty manner.                    Luckily, Carol didn’t endure the full weight of the wheel, rather the back-end of one blade before it fell hard against the ground. The ground which now had a rather sizable slice in it. “ Should we put ice on it ?? ” Carol asks, though she’s not too concerned. Almost every battle tactic she had involved extreme backlash in terms of pain ( hell, just living like this caused a rather sizable amount compared to a bump on the head ) and it was something she’d grown accustomed to. Still, if Natasha was worried, Carol would do what she could to ease the concern. 

                   Hands rest in Carol’s lap, brow furrowed ever so slightly. “ Sorry again about the floor. ” A pause. “ Maybe we should put an ice pack on that too. ” The words are said with a slight smile. Joking had never been Carol’s strong suit, but she couldn’t help but to be amused by her own words. 

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* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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