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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/11/2016 3:00:29 AM
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[i]There was not an inch on her body where the skin was not scorched, and in many places, such as the abdomen, chest, and arms, the there were burns deep into the flesh. On Fire's upper back, there were six, deep gashes, tearing through her skin. The skin and flesh on her calves, however, was the worse part. Nearly all the flesh was scorched away from her calves and lower thighs, almost straight to the bone. It was a miracle she hasn't died from blood loss yet. Her face and head wasn't too damage, only a few minor burns on her cheeks and forehead. The skin underneath her gauntlets was unharmed.[/i]
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[i]And this is where JT had to pull something extreme, because he knew she wouldn't want to be burned. The left half of JT's face was permanently burned, so he understood the pain. And so thee cowboy grabbed a mask and a few filters to t, placed it on her face, and grabbed a knife. Slowly gasses were pumped into Fire in an attempt to render her unconscious, and JT grabbed a knife. He started to skin his patient, and when he had a skinless figure he put a layer of synthetic skin on each of the limbs, this mixture being twice as strong as human skin but just as thick. He painted it to be the colour of Fire's old skin and to react like it did before, which was good. [/i]
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[i]Fire remained unconscious, the flesh on her legs still scorched nearly to the bone. She dreamt, dreamt of flames, heat, and the pain of her skin being peeled off enter her dreams, as she screamed inwardly.[/i]
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[spoiler]JT did the process to the while body fam, only part that isn't fireproof is lower lady bits. [/spoiler] [i]JT slowly removed his mask and gently rested a blanket over the woman, but not before swapping out the bedsheets for fresher ones and putting her in a set of his Daughter's clothes, even though they were a bit snug. He tried his best to make it more comfortable for her, before he left the spare bedroom to go ahead and work on his book. [/i]
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[spoiler]Mmmmmmkay.[/spoiler][i]A few hours later, Fire awoke, feeling a little weird; as though she were in somebody else's skin. She looked down, and the first thing she noticed was that her clothes had been changed. She blushed at the thought, shaking her head. The second thing noticed was that there wasn't a singe trace of the wounds she got after blowing the train to bits. She stared at her unblemished skin, feeling around it. It all felt very different. She grabbed her gauntlets, putting them on, and couldn't stop wondering why her skin wasn't at all damaged.[/i]
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[i]The door was only slightly open and[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ckom3gf57Yw]some sort of music[/url] was coming from the next room, though nothing was visible at that point. [/I]
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[i]Fire began slowly walking towards the door, quietly pushing it open as she looked around for the source of the music.[/i]
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[i]The oaken door opened to reveal a well furnished room. Her door was the farthest on the left was when compared to the entrance, which was in the left corner of the house-like room. What greeted her was a set of four brown couches with a coffee table in the middle, under what looked to be a skinned bears pelt. Across the room and in the opposite corner of the oaken walled room was a desk, and the man in the duster sitting at it, with a quill in his hand and an empty journal on an oaken desk. There was a door just to his right and four oaken doors next to the one Fire peers her head out of. Finally, multiple painting seemed to line the walls of the house, with the occasional animal head in a frame over the fire pit on the opposite wall from the door. The music seemed to come from a set of speakers on his table, which didn't seem to be linked to any phones but the TacPad on his right forearm. JT still hadn't heard the door open as he was listening to the music and writing, but he was still working away at what he was writing. [/i]
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[i]After taking a look around, Fire shifted her attention to JT. She rapped on the door with her right, gauntleted knuckle, not wanting to barge in without warning. The light reflected in her warm, gold-bronze eyes as she watched the cowboy, and she slowly began walking into the room, hands hanging awkwardly at her sides. Her long, waist length red hair hung loosely around her, and it was all tangled up.[/i]
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[i]The knocking was almost enough to make the Marshal grab the yellow-barreled and yellow-cylindered revolver that rested to the left of his book, but it didn't and only forced him to shift his gaze over to Fire, and turn slightly in his chair. After realizing who it was, the figure turned to write again. "Good, you're alive."[/i]
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"Um... yeah...." [i]Fire said, walking behind JT to see what he was writing.[/i] "All thanks to you. But... how?" [i]She asked, wanting to know both why and how the cowboy saved her.[/i]
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[i]The contents of what he was writing looked to contain the words Dojo Encyclopedia on the very front of it, which would signify he was writing something about the lands he was in. [/i]"Your flesh was charred to a crisp and thin, so I replaced it. Kevlar limbs with some good old meshing for the joints to let you tank more hits, too. The mesh and Kevlar have some ceramic plates to disperse fires."
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"So.... Does that make me fireproof?" [i]Fire smiled hopefully, fingers rubbing her new skin, admittedly a little weirded out by having a new layer of the stuff.[/i]
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[i]"Yeah, skin's got little pockets of ceramic in it, makes you able to better deal with heat. Take that as you will." JT was admittedly proud of his work, though he looked over to Fire with a smile and a quick glance up and down the length of her body, to ensure the skin fit well when she stood, which it did. [/i]
