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Somehow, the scalpel is held nimbly in the ever-changing hands of the warp gate, Kurogiri.
A handkerchief seems to appear in the other hand, revealed at the unfolding of the black mist that enflamed him.
“ sit still, child. “ He orders, followed by a gentle reach for the younger ones wound.
( . Quite the mundane - and primitive means. Allowing for fire arms to ring out in the name of this performative faux-justice. )
Kurogiri lowers the blade to her palm, shortly examining. He is no stranger to this kind of wound -
“ If the bullet is equipped with some sort of mapping technology there will be more to worry for then just a bloodied hand, HIMIKO TOGA “














