“Come on, Panacea,” Victoria said as she stood up, touched ground with her boots and brushed her skirt straight, “We’ve gotten enough.”
A wild Amy codename appears!
I’m not sure what Panacea means, but I’m sure it’s related to healing and medicine in some way. Might be the genus of some form of painkiller?
“You sure? I’m not done yet,” Amy told her.
Victoria presumably wants to punish the guy for finding the pain of the civilians funny.
“You fixed the bruises and scrapes, broken bones?” Everything that could get her in trouble, in other words.
“Yeah, but I didn’t fix everything,” Amy replied.
“Good enough,” Victoria decided.
Yeah, pretty much. Victoria still doesn’t care for this guy’s well-being as long as she doesn’t get in trouble.
“Hey!” the skinhead shouted, “The deal was you’d fix me if I talked!
She also doesn’t seem to care much for honoring deals made with villains.
Ahahahaha this guy’s got priorities
He tried to struggle to get to his feet, but his legs buckled under him, “Hey! I can’t fuckin’ walk! I’ll fucking sue you!”
I’m guessing they just need a moment to adjust.
Victoria’s expression changed in an instant, and her power flooded out, blindsiding the thug. For an instant, his eyes were like those of a panicked horse, all whites, rolling around, unfocused.
Woah, Victoria, what are you up to now?
Remember, this guy only gets more stubborn from fear!
She grabbed him by the shirt collar, lifted him up and growled into his ear, her voice just above a whisper, “Try it. My sister just healed you… most of you, with a touch. Did you ever wonder what else she could do? Ever think, maybe, she could break you just as easily? Or change the color of your skin, you racist fuck? I’ll tell you this, I’m not half as scary as my little sister is.”
...she says while paranaturally boosting her scariness.
I’m not sure if Panacea can actually reverse her power like Victoria is implying here, but it would make her extremely deadly if she went villainous.
She let him go. He collapsed in a heap on the ground.
As the two sisters walked away, Victoria pulled her cell phone out of a pouch on her belt with her free hand. Turning to Amy, she said, “Thank you.”
“Play safe, Victoria. I can’t bring people back from the dead, and once you’ve gone that far…”
A restriction that is more commonly than not on the healer powerset. From a narrative standpoint or any viewpoint that comes with belief in a soul, that makes a whole lot of sense.
From a materialist point of view, however, it actually seems a little bit strange. The way I see it, a human body is a biological robot, and a mechanical robot that isn’t working at all can often still be fixed and work once again. If there’s nothing (i.e. no soul) that leaves the body once it stops working, then if the body is repaired sufficiently, the person ought to be just as alive as before.
Most of us think of death as a fixed point of no return, but is it really?