Amy charged her hands and raised them close to Four. Mini-electrical volts trickled down on Four, the sensation rather soothing. The burnt skin quickly fell off and were quickly replaced with replicating tissue cells, fixing Four right up.
Four shivered a little at the feeling, but frowned on the inside as she felt all the dead skin still pressed up against her in her suit. Ugh, great. Now it's all caught up in my suit. And I don't even know how to wash this thing either. "Thanks." Four got back up on her feet, feeling a lot better with Amy's help. "Anyone else need some time, or can we get moving?"
OOC: Also, for those of you who are fans of Full Metal Alchemist, here's a news event that I just found. It's about a man named Sun Jifa, who made his own metal prosthetic arms after losing his arms in a premature bomb accident in fishing, and finding out he couldn't afford the prosthetic arms at the hospital:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/08/15/sun-jifa-prosethetic-hands_n_1777168.html
@Nailik. It took him 8 years to put a legitimate model together. I can only imagine he'd have to start with strapping a welding torch to his arm and with the help of someone else.
The sisters regrouped together. <color=blue>"I guess we're ready."
"Right then, let's get moving." Four headed back down the hallway to the cross-roads. "So, which way do we go now?" She asked, not knowing that the left path had already been cleared.
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