Healer Home Clinic - Heart of Duskburg - Millennium City
It really didn't take too much to hide from people in Duskburg. Take a hoodie just too big from a clothing donation bin, and then pull up the hood, zip it up to your chin, and shove your hands into the way-too-big pockets. Easy-peasy. It helped that she looked younger than she was, too. Nobody suspected a teenage girl of anything too
insane, even somewhere like Duskburg. That was usually their mistake, though. It was an easy way to wake up strapped to a bed with no choice but to watch that innocent-looking girl take them apart, piece by piece.
Never trust anyone in Duskburg,
people cautioned, but there were usually bigger problems than suspicious-looking teens with true albinism, not that fake bloodless baldness that you'd see in the local Nozzie population. Bea looked as easily breakable as a toothpick, and did go through the motions of not putting herself into the situation she liked to put others in. Of course it'd be fun to see someone try
, sometime. Today wasn't about her
, though, was it? Nope! Today was about somebody she'd wanted to take a look at for a long time.
Oh, she'd heard aaaaaall
the rumors, too, about this place and its dainty lady. The flowers, the line, the man with the big sword. It was all fun and exciting in its own turn, but she'd heard the more important rumors. That the dainty lady didn't heal the normal way. That she was like Mommy
, if Mommy had bothered to use her powers "right." She hadn't found anybody like Mommy before, but it bothered her, for some reason, that someone could use Mommy's special touch in a way that just healed without hurting first. She didn't know why it bothered her. It just did, and that was enough for her to want to see the dainty lady with her own two eyes. Maybe do more than look, later on. Do a little peeking
if the rumors were true.
But for right now, seeing was believing. She'd already considered cutting herself somewhere, maybe removing a kidney for dramatic effect,
forcing an injury, but decided instead on a test that'd be way less conspicuous, that already existed. Some scars just never healed over, she supposed, but if helping was what the dainty lady did, she'd at least try, and that'd be all Bea needed to see.
She stopped staring at the front of the house, closed her eyes, took a deep breath. She'd need a lot of self-control to pull this off. Just take it easy.
A few seconds later, she'd skipped her way to the front door, and pulled her non-scarred hand out of her pocket.
Knock, knock, knock-knock, knock...knock knock.