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[risingsouls]

@fearthefutures​ said: happy birthday! xo

[aaaah thank you! :D]

[risingsouls]

@fearthefutures​ liked for a starter! || ★

            21 understood the meaning of the words “ family reunion ” but the nuances of what such a gathering entailed were wholly lost on the bioandroid. But the term in its simplest form suited the gathering that would soon occur. Three of Dr. Gero’s creations congregated in one spot, the shell of a toppled city destroyed courtesy of 17 and 18.

            Her heels clicked on the fissured asphalt, a dislodged chunk crushed beneath the sole. Considering the destruction, how none of Earth’s heroes appeared to oppose the twins and her data suggested they had all perished by their hands, she wondered why the computer had awakened her at all. Their mission complete and Goku supposedly dead, it did not seem she was needed to secure success. Not that she planned to place herself back in stasis; she saw no reason to squander a chance to live. 17 and 18 seemed keen to do just that, their backs to her as the former tormented some poor,unlucky human who survived their blasts with a sneaker planted on his back, so why shouldn’t she?

           “ My, it seems the two of you have really enjoyed yourselves, ” she mused, ignoring the blubbering pleas of their victim. “ Just what will you do when you run out of cities to destroy or humans to torture? ”

[kiealer]

@fearthefutures​ said: 

in awe of her immaculate healing abilities, a question couldn't help but cross gohan's mind. " hey, this may sound silly, but... " his attention is then drawn to where his arm used to be. " could you bring it back by any chance? " perhaps a little far-fetched, too tall an order for even a medic of her caliber, though it's worth finding out.

❝Hmm?❞ Her eyes flicker upward as her attention is beckoned, and it immediately falls to where his does. Though the question has yet to be spoken, she already knows what direction he’s going down. Dread blankets over her, insecurity nestling beneath her tried and true skills. She asks herself the very same question each and every time she sees him. Though she had no involvement in the incident, it doesn’t quell her growing regret that maybe, just maybe, she could have done something to prevent it if she were present. 

Her mouth opens, then closes; clearly hesitant, but he deserves an honest answer. ❝I... I don’t know. I’ve never tried to regenerate someone else’s limb before.❞ Almost shyly, or perhaps ashamedly, she rubs at her own arm. ❝I’m not sure if it can be done with someone’s body who isn’t... already naturally capable of it. If I could, it’d take a lot of energy...❞ Despite the seemingly impossible concept laid before her, she still considers it realistically. Perhaps it’s because she doesn’t want to disappoint him. ❝We-- we could try. But... I don’t want to make any promises.❞