The Science Of Violence (Open)

Healing was a… tricky process. While Korado had made the call that Tarine would benefit far more from the soothing waters of the tank than he in the moment, the severity of his injuries meant it could only do so much in the time it had. Minor burns and scrapes peppering his face and body weren't an issue, besides maybe a hit to his vanity the pod's influence would at worst leave them tender for a few days before they could properly begin to scar over. The more major injuries would remain much more troubling however... the deep laceration Marimba's swipe had inflicted to his chest had sealed shut but it was far from perfect, the site was ugly and swollen near the edges, with the skin nearby still showing dark bruises…

And the subsequent blast that had been intended to take his life? While arguably his attempt at defence had chipped away at the potency, the desperate flailing had only resulted in his right arm being swallowed first and taking the brunt of a searing mass of energy... it would have been a charred mess by the time he was dumped into the machine. Fortunately enough, it wouldn't end up being lost, but the technology could only work with what was there, and that was the remains of useful flesh underneath. So in its current state it was more a mass of stiffened, flaking tissue with signs of healing being a few reddened areas poking out.

He undoubtedly needed more time but his peaceful slumber would appear to be coming to its end... As Korado had been monitoring him, his systems would have probably noticed a steady increase in brain activity over the last hour as Tarine occasionally stirred at the edge of consciousness.

That would change when he heard a thump, or more accurately, a thump muffled through inches of liquid. He was startled awake, his eyelids fluttering open as he was now left staring dazed into the blur of green liquid moving against his eyes... The second realisation that came to him was he appeared to be adrift in something, a cool numbing sensation washing over his body while it felt like much of him was too stiff or powerless against its surroundings to move...

The thought occurred to him that he might have been dead- no, he couldn't be, maybe if he just got rid of this thing over his mouth he-

Unaware of the situation, Tarine had managed to use his good hand to rip the breathing mask off his face and was quickly struck with panic as he felt something flowing into his mouth and nose. In his current state all he could think to do was thrash wildly against the walls of the device, attempting to escape his confines as the pod's alarm began to blare to warn outsiders of its occupant's condition.