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MERCY
EMPRESS | WARLORD | STAR-ARM
The battle of Humbarine had left Mercy severely wounded to the extent that even her healing factor was having trouble keeping up with the damage. The constant exposure to White Noise had effected her cells on a molecular level. It was one thing to eat a blast point blank once. It was another to be constantly irradiated with its effects, while she was protecting
Srina Talon
so she could kick-start a ritual. So it was that her body was working overtime to put itself back together. Alas, the duties of rule did not stop, simply because your body wanted to rest for the first time in its existence.No matter if the Blackwall Empress berated you, not with words, but with sternly disapproving looks and glances. Several days into the healing process the Core Empress had to get on with it, or go stir crazy.
She was stealthy about it however. Who knew when her sestra would be back to echani-handle her back to bed.
Vesper would find Mercy on the Throne. Half her face was still melted off, but in the progress of knitting itself back together, slowly. Her shoulder was badly burned, as was most of half her body. It was the side that she had shielded Srina with from White Noise. It was the side that had been worst afflicted by the anti-force projection. There her cells were battling against one another.
It was disgustingly weak, but Mercy had to accept it for now.
"Ah, look who it is." Mercy said by way of greeting as her remaining eye tracked the entry of Vesper. "My blade, my corsair... welcome home." She rose up herself, steady, but Vesper would see the signs of strain.
It was a wonder the Mountain could stand and walk with all the damage incurred.
"How do you fare, daughter mine?" A reference to the cheeky name that Vesper had given the Hellmouth given to her in good health. And some smaller mentions in the past.
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