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@Boggy: If it fried a regular computer it would probably explode a PDA.
"Er.. yeah. Let's rest a minute," I proposed, leaning against the wall and sliding down into a sitting position. It suddenly occured to me that saying "let's rest here" and falling down in the middle of a room was a very, very Uberbob-esque thing to do. I quickly got another idea. "Also, Leetzan, we need healing. Summon the Acupuncturist."
Leetzan held out out her hand and a bundle of needles appeared in it. A strange, sourceless wind filled the room as a thin, old man in an ornate turban and cape materialized. He accepted the needles from Leetzan's hand and expertly twirled them around his fingers.
"Whehr ehm I neeted, summonehr?" he asked, dramatically bowing and tossing his cape over one shoulder.
Leetzan pointed at me. The acupuncturist stared for a minute, then let out a battlecry and pinned me against the wall. It was an extremely unpleasant experience. Naturally, he pulled the needles out and did it again, too. Eventually, though, he must have managed to pin me back together in some way because the bleeding ceased and pain lessened.
"Right.. thanks," I coughed, trying to get up while still leaning against the wall. My ankle still hurt a lot; the bone was probaby broken. I directed my attention to Fawriel. "When will you be able to heal again?"
"It usually takes 'tween six and eight hours. Overnight, in most cases. Why do you need it? We have an acupuncturist now." I considered performing the Foshizzle dance Fooruman taught me to demonstrate just why I wanted to be healed, but it probably would have hurt a lot to do with an injured ankle and arm.
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