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+++ Paraflora Classification Log
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**Status:** Conservation Dependent

**Scientific Name:** //Bromus Inermis Renovationis//

**Height:** 40 to 85 cm

**Habitat:** Chugwater, Wyoming
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//**Bromis Inermis Renovationis**// is a subspecies of //Bromis Inermis// native to Chugwater, Wyoming. This Rhizomatous grass is best characterized by its similarity to //Bromis Inermis//, up to and including growth cycle, reproductive tract, and general botanical features (leaves, stem, etc.).

//**Bromis Inermis Renovationis**//'s paraflora classification is derived from its capabilities in rejuvenation. More specifically, it is notable for its capability to rapidly accelerate the process of hemostasis. Though it cannot assist with the entirety of the process to heal wounds, its capability to rapidly cause hemostasis gives it notoriety in medical applications, specifically in the case of minor abrasions.

This process appears to be due to a rapid acceleration of an unknown enzymatic compound which attracts platelets at a faster pace. Additionally, it appears to heighten the tightening of blood compounds in the region to slow the process of blood loss. Potential cancerous implications are currently being explored.
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Researcher Lorri lets out a defeated sigh as she sorts through a myriad of files, all related to Paraflora. There was a certain drawl to her appearance indicative of apathetic nihilism.

"Working late again darling? I can get you a drink if ya' need." Marvin was cleaning off a glass about 3 feet to the right of Lorri behind the bar. They had done this dance many a time before. "Ya' know, you really oughta spend some time of that there time of yours doing this in your lab."

"Actually, this is what I do in my lab. I just do it here to." Lorri never minded Marvins remarks. Despite breaking her focus, she could always tell it was what she needed.

"Sometimes I wonder how your brain can handle all that junk inside darling. Always thinkin bout' those plants and how they work, it's like yer whole life is about leaves." Marvin turned to leave back behind the bar, likely to organize some glasses.

As Lorri gazed right through the Paraflora log in front of her, Director Richter could be heard entering into the bar with a look of contempt on her face. Lorri shifted her head for a moment tentatively before she went back to staring down the documents in front of her. The assorted files dribbled memories of lab work into her head, painting imagery of a distant snowfall quietly clumping up in drifts on the windowsill over time. Though not quite assuring or otherwise pacifying, it left a feeling of heaviness down the edges of her throat.

Swallowing down her dissatisfaction until it formed a lump down the bottom of her esophagus, Lorri spoke. "If you're looking for Johnston, I don't know her whereabouts. I apologize." A slight stutter punctuated her statement as she shifted her thumbs between various files. As she contemplated whether to listen or to respond to whatever Richter says, she suddenly felt the edge of Richter's warm palm caressing the tip of her thumb -- the distal end. Richter seemed intrigued by a specific file.

"Lorri." The sappy feel of sympathy oozed out of Richters mouth. Suddenly, Lorri found herself feeling even smaller then before. "I don't mean to impose on your studies, and I'm sure you find these details amusing, but-"

"Is there something wrong with my work?" Lorri's retort escaped her without her realizing it. Like a snake hidden in the depths of her throat, it suddenly has challenged Richter in a way unfamiliar to either. Though Richter wasn't the best with emotions, Lorri read it clear as day on her face that all she sensed was fear. Lorri shrank down into her barstool seat before quickly regaining her composure. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to come off as defensive or anything-"

"Perfectly alright, don't stress yourself out." Richter removed the file from the stack and glazed it over with scrutiny. "//Bromis Inermis Renovationis//. Forgive me if I sound overly astute, but is this not just the grass outside?"

"It's similar, sure, but there's intricate differences between the strains. My studies into them have been somewhat microbial, but I do think there is enough distinction to warrant it as a form of Paraflora. My research has shown that it has numerous thaumaturgical properties, and I think that if we-"

"Lorri, I don't mea-"

"Wait, hold on, it's not what you think." Lorri quickly composed herself once more. Though she hadn't meant to get lost in her ramblings, it appeared she had found herself back to square one. "I'm not going back to distribution or investment or anything of the sort. I just think we here could benefit a little if we gave this little guy a shot."

"'Little guy.' That's an odd way to refer to a strain of grass." Richter's skepticism was on full display. As she was about to read further, a familiar figure approached.

"Evening dear. It appears we have company at this lil' hole-in-the-wall." Marvin emerged from behind the soda bar with a familiar look of warmth in his grin. Richter, having done this routine too many times to count, merely waved him off as a sign of deterrence. Once she regained her focus onto the report, she regained her look of reproach.

"Marvin, could we have a moment?"

"Certainly dearest. I'll prepare you your classic." With that, Marvin whisked away. Lorri, looking into her not-quite-empty cup, stared through the table right into the loam packed into the soil below. As she attempted to stutter out anything meaningful, Richter finally found her words.

"Lorri, I know botany means a lot to you. I don't want to take that away from you. This is your life's work! I know how that feels." Richter's face loomed with distant desires for a moment before regaining composure. "I'm just worried about how the council will feel if they see this as the epicenter of your work."

Lorri looked back into Richters eyes as she fumbled with her mouth. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot me."

"Do you think my work is useless?"

Richter looked away for a moment. Lorri had heard enough. She silently stood up and defeatedly gathered her assorted files. It was clear in her head what the director had meant. Her bachelor's began to swirl through her head. The central DOGMA, forming enzymes, illustrating compounds, creating molecules, organelles and all, soon to be fully realized biotic organisms. They all played into one another in a harmonious way. Imagery of how sound it was appeared in her head, swirled in stasis; a firm concept which stood unshaken until she was scouted.

Then, suddenly, without warning, a whole new world found her. A world filled with all sorts of anomalies she couldn't even begin to wrap her head around. She had spent so much of her undergrad refining her understanding of what was real that the second it was tampered with, her mindset began to crumble.

"The anomalous has that feeling, doesn't it?" Richter finally broke her silence. As if she read her mind, Richter had already said enough to bring Lorri back to the ground where she stood. "Let's head outside, I have a feeling you may need some fresh air."

As Richter rose from her stool, she gently took the various documents from Lorri's hand. Tapping them onto the bar table, she made sure they all stood even to one another. Before handing it back, she took the log for //Bromis Inermis Renovationis// and looked a little closer once more. Then, she threw her coat back on -- log still in hand -- and walked towards the door.

"No drink for ya dear? That's a shame." Marvin's quip reminded Lorri of her tab, so she haphazardly scrambled to grab some change from her spare pocket. As if Marvin had known, he hadn't prepared Richter's drink after all.

"Just put it on my tab Marvin, we got places to be." Richter's voice echoed across the building as she went out the side door. A gust of cool wind nipped at Lorri's cheek -- she knew she wasn't ready for whatever was going to hit her. Yet, she had to survive whatever happened, no matter what. "Thanks Marvin, I'll see ya soon."

"Anytime, dear." Marvin's voice cooed quietly as Lorri sped towards the side door.

As Lorri exited out the side door, she saw Richter sitting on the sidewalk, faced towards the empty parking lot. It wasn't snowing at the moment, but clouds were trickling in over head. Nimbostratus: essential for the environment yet so dreary to look at. Lorri wasn't quite the fan. Richter seemed unfazed by it all as she threw a pebble into a snow drift.

Lorri sat next to Richter. A slight shiver escaped her before she sniffled and spoke. "My work means a lot to me. You know that, right?"

Richter sighed. A gaze filled with long lost desire clouded her vision. Her eyes were fogged over as she stared down into the space in front of her. "I see a lot of myself in you."

Lorri was taken aback. Out of all the things to come out of her mouth, that wasn't anywhere near the top of the list. "What do you mean?"

"Did I ever tell you what my field of study was? It's anthropology -- sociocultural to be exact. I assume you're familiar?"

"Mostly, yeah. You study cultures n' stuff, right?" Lorri was admittedly rather uninformed of the field, yet she familiarized herself slightly when she first joined Site-78. She wanted to attempt to glean some amount of attention from the site director, so she took it upon herself to learn as much as she could. However, without it being botany, it didn't necessarily pique her interest. Inevitably, she gave up.

"Pretty much. It's a little more intricate then that, but that'll suffice. I do dabble in the other subfields, but most my work is about understanding why people do the things they do." Richter shuffled awkwardly in her spot, heaved out a sigh, then continued. "Which is why this job is so hard for me."

Lorri's head shifted to the side as she sat confused. "What do you mean?"

"Being an anthropologist, for me, is about so much more then just studying people. It's about connecting to people, giving them the time of day to truly understand them. Too many times, people find themselves glancing over others perspectives and evaluating them based only on the resulting product. I don't think that's right. I don't think we as people should be evaluating ourselves based on our own metrics. We don't take the time to understand each other, and it shows.

"Over time, throughout my studies, I began to realize I had a unique sense of empathy towards others. My cultural studies over time shifted from studying other cultures to taking the time to appreciate my own. I was a wonder-kid -- my ethnographies had depth to them that were so intricate, so attentive, that I was bound to be noticed eventually. Forgive my lack of humility."

"Nono, you're okay." Lorri didn't want to make Richter shy away, so assurance arose from her throat. "I've skimmed one of your ethnographies about Colorado; I can see the appeal."

"I appreciate that." Richter looked away, not wanting to meet Lorri's eyes. "Sometimes, I fear I've lost that part of me. Coming here, my mindset has changed." Richter's eyes looked towards a distant light post. The first flurries of snow had begun to hop along the sky like bunnies as they traveled towards the ground to settle in. Like a blanket, they slowly covered the hem of Lorri's skirt.

"When I first started working for the foundation, I thought I'd be surveying for the sake of understanding. In a way, that was what I was doing. However, it soon became clear that it wasn't what I was supposed to do." Richter stood up and paced back and forth as she continued to speak. "My ethnographic reports were frequently marked for heavily featuring 'extraneous materials'. I hadn't changed my approach at all, and yet, I found myself facing more scrutiny then ever before.

"Soon, I noticed a pattern. There were points in my writing they enjoyed, portions and excerpts they highlighted as 'useful'. I then began to analyze these patterns, which is when it hit me -- they were interested in containment above all else."

Richter paused for a moment. Lorri cleared her throat before speaking once more. "I mean- obviously?"

"You're not wrong to say that." Richter looked away from Lorri, evidently trying to formulate her thoughts. "What I mean to say is, they weren't interested in understanding the anomalous. Rather, they were interested in putting it away. They wanted to take my passion, my desire, my life's work, and hand wave it in favor of raw data for their own purposes."

Lorri shrugged her shoulders back as she attempted to come up with a response that came from a perspective of sympathy. Instead, she found herself coming off rather direct. "I don't mean to be blunt, but the question came to mind naturally. Why are you still here?"

Richter stifled a chuckle. "I suppose somewhere along the way I lost sight of what I was searching for."

Richter walked back to the sidewalk and plopped down to the concrete. Lorri and Richter sat together, only a few inches apart. The snow, once gentle, had begun to pick up pace into a flurry. Though the winds remained stagnant, those tiny icicles continued to emerge from clouds like particles moving throughout a cell.

Thoughts began crowding Lorri's brain -- to loud to tune out. What even is a cell? How can a cell develop into a collection of cells and how do those collections become things? How do they evolve and change and respond? How did that inevitably lead to culture? To morals? What are morals?

Like a tornado, thoughts raced through Lorri's head in this silence, as if it were grabbing her and shaking her by her vices. She felt unnerved. A sense of melancholy began to choke her, both metaphorically and literally as the spit which she had long forgotten finally reminded her of its existence.

As she coughed up and attempted to regain her composure, Richter glanced over and had to hold back a giggle. After letting her calm down, Richter continued. "Your study of botany is so intricate. You get so focused on the minor details. Look here. 'This process appears to be due to a rapid acceleration of an unknown enzymatic compound which attracts platelets at a faster pace.' Verbatim."

Lorri, finally composed, responded. "Is there something wrong with postulating based on minor details? It's not the most incorrect assumption. It may even be true."

Richter took a moment to collect herself. To Richter, It was clear her thoughts were still not quite hitting Lorri. "It's not that you're incorrect, it's that you're stuck in your ways."

"What do you mean?"

"You have a tendency to focus so heavily on the empirical, and yet you find yourself working with the anomalous. You asked me why I linger still, there's your answer."

Lorri was dumbfounded. Her answer failed to clarify anything. "What //is// your answer? Why can't you just give it to me directly instead of dancing around with double entendres and random pontifications. Why can't you just tell me."

Without realizing it, Lorri had grown agitated. Once she realized, a look of fear once more overcame her. This was her superior, and she was talking down to her. After sputtering nonsense sounding somewhat similar to "my apologies", she tugged her knees into her chest and looked down.

Richter didn't respond immediately. That moment, which lasted less than a minute, felt like hours in Lorri's head. "You're trying to apply the real to what is truthfully unknown. You're what I used to be. Clinging onto what you know and trying so desperately to avoid what you don't."

Lorri didn't look up immediately. She didn't look up at all. After a pause, Richter continued. "If you want to survive here, you can't be so stuck to reality. You're going to be surrounded by the anomalous constantly. As you rise the ranks, you're going to find yourself facing stranger and stranger flora and you have to be able to understand it may not always be understandable, and that's okay-"

"How can you be so content with that! How could you possibly forsake your entire identity, everything you have built for yourself all for the sake of something you'll never even begin to get a secure grasp on! How could you possibly do that!" Lorri was suddenly standing, fist shaking, exasperated. It was clear that she was facing internal turmoil. Despite this, Richter -- having been in the same position once -- found herself sympathizing with said turmoil.

"I don't know. I found my own way." In the corner of her eye, Lorri saw Richters eyes look more fluid then normal. Was she tearing up? "There are days I yearn to return to my own ways. Days where I look upon my purpose and see myself attempting to contain and catalogue and secure and when I look upon myself I get so angry with myself. Days where I remind myself constantly I have an anthropological background just to try and feel human again and grounded in layers of hume I can't even begin to fathom.

"I don't know in so many ways where I am. Enigmatic entities surface every day here in this tiny town in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere and there's no way for me to stop it! How could I possibly place myself in the shoes of people who disappear or heal themselves with magical funky grass which emerged out of anomalous unknowable chance! Who knows anything!"

Richter paused. She was out of breath. Lorri stared evenly, clearly unnerved but also attentive. Finally, Richter spoke. "But I do it anyways. I can't change this place. My purpose here will always be to contain. But I can continue to try to do better anyways. I can try to formulate ideas and pass proposals for this tiny town to feel a little more normal."

For a moment, the two of them stared at each other. Lorri tried to open her mouth, and yet, no response emerged. "You know, we do have a lot in common, research wise. More then I'd suspect at first glance."

Richter stifled a laugh. "You think?"

"Of course I do. We share a thought process. It's comforting."

The two sat in silence for a moment. The silence rang in their ears which almost cleared their heads. Lorri did have one thought though. A very pressing one. "This grass. This one right here. //Bromis Inermis Renovationis//. It could save a lot of people."

Richter knew where this was going. "It could. But it won't."

A sense of infantilization overcame Lorri. Empathy and morality filled her conviction before she spoke out profusely. "How can you do that. How can you live with that."

Richter sighed. "I don't know. I don't know why we don't share these things. I've told you before and I'll tell you again -- we can't. I don't know why we can't. I'm sure it'd make life easier for a lot of people. But we can't."

She paused for a moment. Tension flowed through Richter's body. "I wish we could. I really wish we could. It's just the way it is.

"Like I said. All I can do is try to formulate proposals."

Both sat silently. After that moment passed, Lorri spoke. "I suppose that'll do." She looked away for a moment before continuing. "I don't know if I can do that. Amnesticize me for all I care, I can't help but want to help."

Richter scrutinized her. It was clear she was speaking emotionally. "I don't think you want that, do you?"

Lorri was read. Read like a newspaper in some old-timer film. "You're not wrong to presume that."

"I suppose you can try to make sense of things anyways. Or you won't, be stuck in your ways like that numbskull Chudley."

"Heh, I suppose there is that desire. In microbiology I mean."

Richter finally got confused. "In microbiology?"

"A desire to know what is unknown. It'll be a while before I break my though process."

Richter shook her head and smirked. "No, don't lose that drive. Keep that one close."

Lorri tilted her head once more. Contradictory information appeared to process in her mind. "What good would that do me?"

Richter sighed before continuing. "You need to want to know the unknown. That's how we study the unknown. That one, keep that one close." Lorri gazed at her before looking down once more.

Richter stared at Lorri as she continued to stare blankly at the concrete. Something was simmering on Lorri's mind -- that much was evident to Richter. All Richter knew to do was scoot closer. She reached out her hand and let snowflakes trickle into it, watching them melt immediately in the warmth of her hand. She needn't push Lorri, she knew she would talk if she wished to.

"When I was a kid, I wanted to be an enchantress." Lorri spoke absentmindedly, not paying particular attention to what she was saying. Richter didn't press.

"I always dreamt myself being a brilliant witch, one who could draw out from abundant mana. I would wear the most dignified robes -- ruby red, obviously -- and have a staff made of enchanted tungsten. In the center of my staff, a ruby would float, imbued with my magical capabilities.

"I would dream up the most magnificent magical spells. At first, I fell into the pitfalls of fireballs and beams of pure arcana, yet that soon bored me. I chiseled the branches that fell from the local tree in the park to make faux wands. Eventually, I let myself experiment more with spells made for other reasons. Some were reactionary, like one that cleaned dishes perfectly. Others were personal."

Lorri joined Richter in trying to catch snowflakes. She reached out her palm and caught a couple. Once her hand got moist, she wiped it onto Richter's jacket, causing both to giggle. After quieting down, she continued.

"My first experience with the anomalous was when I was 8. I found a floating rock. It wasn't a ruby, hardly even notable. I've researched it recently, it is a perfectly ordinary rock. It just floats. Little me wouldn't like that much, at least I think she wouldn't."

Richter broke her silence. "Why wouldn't she?"

Lorri glanced into Richter's eyes, a small smirk gracing her face before she looked back towards the concrete below. She went back to catching snowflakes before going on. "I made these brilliant diagrams in my bedroom. My mom used to think I was some genius, plotting out these auspicious plans like some mystical engineer. The magic I imagined made sense. Every spell had origin.

"I wanted to study the magic. I wanted to know where it came from. In a way, I was a scientist long before I was a scientist. I've never been bored of science. I liked knowing things. I wanted things to make sense. I guess in a way, it was inevitably I'd accept the foundations proposal to work for them. I was cocky, I thought I'd figure it out."

Richter raised her eyebrow, glancing over to Lorri with skepticism. Lorri felt it. "When I was younger, I kept that rock a secret. It was mine alone. No one else knew of it. I painted it red and put some rhinestones on it. I put it in the center of my 'magical staff' and pretended to cast spells with it. None of them worked, that rock wouldn't bring miracles.

"As I grew older, I grew to resent that rock. Even now, I have it packed away in a box, somewhere hidden in the top of my closet. I never got rid of my staff though. It sits in the corner of my room, the weak wood wilting away and crumbling off. You have no idea how much I have to vacuum." They giggled together at the thought.

"A month after I started, I was asked if the anomalous lived up to my expectations. I said they didn't, but I never elaborated. I was asked what my favorite anomaly is. I didn't answer. Some form of standard questions they ask all the new hires. Their wide eyes and blown minds probably answered enthusiastically, but for me it was all the same. I wasn't remotely surprised." Lorri gulped. "I suppose that's a lie."

Lorri's voice had begun cracking. Her eyes glazed over, moisture gathering. Richter wasn't sure how to respond. She wiped her hand on her own pants before placing it on Lorri's slightly shaking hand. Lorri had to catch her breath. Richter gave her three gentle squeezes. Lorri, finally stabilized, continued.

"I kind of always expected the anomalous to be weird. I mean, it's in the name. I long expected stuff of such stature to exist. If anything, I'm sure there's more, much more to know. Many anomalies I'll never have the clearance to access are probably hidden away, leaning their omnipresence all over my life yet somehow always just out of sight. I knew that's not what they were asking.

"I'm sure that rock didn't get picked up right away. It hardly hovered, it was only a couple inches off the ground. It wasn't even that hidden away, it was a couple feet away from the bike path at best. I was following a pack of red ants move about and they just so happened to place their hill beneath the rock. I suppose it was advantageous somehow. When I found it, my first thought wasn't fear, but intrigue. I stayed up at least 3 days, acting like it didn't exist in the day and fiddling with it at night."

Richter was listening intently. She had no intention of sharing her secrets despite her mandate to report this kind of stuff. Lorri, in a way, knew she wouldn't. They had a mutual understanding. Richter gave her hand one more squeeze while Lorri composed herself, then Lorri continued.

"It wasn't terribly interesting. My report for it would've been shorter then the one for the grass. It floats about 5 inches away from the nearest surface, in a gap it'll hover. Otherwise, it was a perfectly normal rock. All the way down to its core, the composition is nothing more then a chunk of quartz. It would be foolish to give it any more attention then a designation in the log of anomalous items. If I told the foundation, they would've likely just thrown it in a box. Better yet, they'd melt it down and throw it out."

Lorri began shifting her feet in and out. Richter could sense she was about to get personal, so she let her hand go for a moment and rubbed her back, being gentle on the spine. After the reassurance, she grabbed the back of her hand once more, letting her thumb go back and forth.

"Promise not to laugh?"

"No promises, but I'll try."

Lorri giggled, then continued. "If I could cast one spell -- just one -- I'd cast one to create a set of basalt columns."

Richter had to stifle her giggle, leading to Lorri elbowing her side. After Richter feigned a recoil, Lorri continued. "As a teen, I had the chance to see a beautiful set of basalt columns. I even got to climb them for a bit, but I chose not to. It isn't something people think to visit, so many people often don't.

"Mortality is so funny. If it didn't exist, I'd have no reason to do anything anywhere, as everything would happen to me inevitably. Yet, since it does, there's no way for me to experience everything I want to, and even less of a chance to experience the things I don't know I want. It makes me cry sometimes."

Lorri had begun to tear up. Richter stayed silent, trying not to interrupt. Lorri found it in herself to continue.

"I think a lot of people would be astounded by the sight of those columns. Many more probably wouldn't care. They stuck with me because I didn't appreciate them then. I hope to go back one day.

"I guess in a strange way, that rock feels the same way to me."

"Can I ask how so?"

"That rock is something that I'll likely be the only one to know. Eventually I'll die, someone will find it in a box and pick it up, then throw it out. They likely won't even notice it floats. But whenever I try to think back to my favorite anomaly, all I can think about is that rock. I probably sound idiotic saying this, but that rock changed my life. Without it, I would've never have guessed to assume the anomalous existed. Without it, I would've never devoted myself to being discovered. I would've never been assigned Site-78. I would've never met you."

Richter stared at Lorri as she continued to refuse eye contact. A couple tears flowed down her cheek, her boots now glistening from the melted snow. She was shivering a little.

"Sometimes, I think about switching my speciality. Something more practical could get me more noticed. I'd experience much, much more. Every time I think like that, I think back to those basalt columns. I didn't appreciate them back then. I worry if I think to much like that, I'll forget to appreciate what I have here."

Lorri pulled her hand away. She sat up and walked a couple paces away from Richter. Taking a moment to wipe her eyes, she stammered out "I'm not really sure why I told you that."

Richter's gazed softened. "I think you know why you did."

Lorri turned back to face Richter. The pair stared at each other for a moment. "I know this grass may seem pointless. In the same vein, that rock is also pointless. And yet, that rock sits in my room, still covered in those rhinestones."

Her voice trailed off for a moment before she found the strength to go on. "And even though this grass looks pointless, and maybe I'm the first person to notice anything about it, but I'm sure someone will see what it does and have their life changed. I hope that person has the chance to experience even a portion of all the wonders I've experienced since I met you."

Lorri closed her mouth, no longer giving Richter her gaze. After a moment of silence, it was suddenly broken by the sound of Richter's ignition. She had turned on her car remotely, already heating it up. She walked over to Lorri. "You look like you'll need a ride. I'll take you back."

Lorri looked back up, eyes still glazed over, looking up at Richter. She had a soft smile, a knowing gaze, and a comforting aura. She chuckled to herself, interrupted by the occasional sniffle, before walking towards her car. As she opened the passenger door, she wiped her boots and dusted the snow off her jacket. Before getting in, she turned around and looked up towards the sky, giving the snow one last glance. She happened upon the moon, noticing it was full. She quickly turned away, though in the corner of her eyes she couldn't quite tell if it seemed to have a red tint to it. She didn't give it another glance -- she didn't want to know.

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**Status:** Conservation Dependent

**Scientific Name:** //Bromus Inermis Renovationis//

**Height:** 40 to 85 cm

**Habitat:** Chugwater, Wyoming
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//**Bromis Inermis Renovationis**// is a subspecies of //Bromis Inermis// native to Chugwater, Wyoming. This Rhizomatous grass is best characterized by its similarity to //Bromis Inermis//, up to and including growth cycle, reproductive tract, and general botanical features (leaves, stem, etc.).

//**Bromis Inermis Renovationis**//'s paraflora classification is derived from its capabilities in rejuvenation. More specifically, it is notable for its capability to rapidly accelerate the process of hemostasis. Though it cannot assist with the entirety of the process to heal wounds, its capability to rapidly cause hemostasis gives it notoriety in medical applications, specifically in the case of minor abrasions.

--This process appears to be due to a rapid acceleration of an unknown enzymatic compound which attracts platelets at a faster pace. Additionally, it appears to heighten the tightening of blood compounds in the region to slow the process of blood loss. Potential cancerous implications are currently being explored.--

//**Bromis Inermis Renovationis**// is currently being explored as a potential onsite abrasion treatment. Further testing is needed before confirmation. Medical distribution pending. For more information, consult Director Richter.
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