OOC: sry bout being a way, had some other business to attend to. *roles up sleeves and cracks knuckles* all right let's get this show on the road! :}
IC: [school]
John's mind reeled at the new infomation. this guy is no where near as stupid as he looks. He thought. Just skimming the surface, he realized that this was indeed just a human. Glad that's settled. Musta just been the karma effect earlier. Now, while I'm in here, I might as well help this dude. With that, he immediately plunged further into the unconscious man's mind, and began to temporarily take in all of the pain and suffering in the coach's mind: his abusive parents, his rotten childhood, the time he spent trying to figure everything out on his own, and, most recently, the massive pain in his broken nose; all was seeped into John's mind. There, the obstacles have been removed for now, his body can focus on repairing itself.
Within minutes it was done. John opened his eyes and examined his "handiwork". The coach's nose was now completely mended; aside from a slight scar, which shouldn't last very long, there was no sign of any damage. Good, that's one less thing to worry about. Suddenly what might be considered a "pulse" ripped through his body. "No..." He said to no one in particular. He looked at Kaz. "Here," he said, taking out from one of his many pouches and pockets what strikingly resembled a chocolate bar. "When he wakes up he will be very hungry. Tell him to eat this. Try to explain the situation to him as best we can. I leave him to your judgement for now." He then began to speed away towards the origin of the "pulse", using his "sight" to detect where the greatest pockets of mass where most condensed in the floor below him to maximize his propulsion. the others need to be warned -- letting thus get out of control in Bravado was bad enough, I can't let it slip by me again! If Gin, of all people, has lost control, then none of us is safe. He then began sending out a message that could be heard by, and hopefully would be understood by, any cryptid (and perhaps anyothers who might be able to hear and perhaps help) within its range:
*To all those within the sound of my voice, listen and listen well: the Beast has been realeased! Repeat, the Beast has been released! Any help with temperary containment and neutralization would be appreciated!*
[highway]
"To tell you the truth, I think there's even less for me to say. Ive lived on the streets most of my life, little while ago I found a home, with some nice people... But I guess it's like they say, right -- nothing lasts forever... Been on the road ever since... Well, I guess that's it... Not much else... I guess that makes me single too." If only I could remember what happened, it seemed so long ago... And yet... These dreams... If I can find him, he'd know what to do...
OOC: for consistency's sake, we'll say that the outskirts of town (ie where Candy and Denver are) is just outside the "range of projection", if you will.
IC: [school]
John's mind reeled at the new infomation. this guy is no where near as stupid as he looks. He thought. Just skimming the surface, he realized that this was indeed just a human. Glad that's settled. Musta just been the karma effect earlier. Now, while I'm in here, I might as well help this dude. With that, he immediately plunged further into the unconscious man's mind, and began to temporarily take in all of the pain and suffering in the coach's mind: his abusive parents, his rotten childhood, the time he spent trying to figure everything out on his own, and, most recently, the massive pain in his broken nose; all was seeped into John's mind. There, the obstacles have been removed for now, his body can focus on repairing itself.
Within minutes it was done. John opened his eyes and examined his "handiwork". The coach's nose was now completely mended; aside from a slight scar, which shouldn't last very long, there was no sign of any damage. Good, that's one less thing to worry about. Suddenly what might be considered a "pulse" ripped through his body. "No..." He said to no one in particular. He looked at Kaz. "Here," he said, taking out from one of his many pouches and pockets what strikingly resembled a chocolate bar. "When he wakes up he will be very hungry. Tell him to eat this. Try to explain the situation to him as best we can. I leave him to your judgement for now." He then began to speed away towards the origin of the "pulse", using his "sight" to detect where the greatest pockets of mass where most condensed in the floor below him to maximize his propulsion. the others need to be warned -- letting thus get out of control in Bravado was bad enough, I can't let it slip by me again! If Gin, of all people, has lost control, then none of us is safe. He then began sending out a message that could be heard by, and hopefully would be understood by, any cryptid (and perhaps anyothers who might be able to hear and perhaps help) within its range:
*To all those within the sound of my voice, listen and listen well: the Beast has been realeased! Repeat, the Beast has been released! Any help with temperary containment and neutralization would be appreciated!*
[highway]
"To tell you the truth, I think there's even less for me to say. Ive lived on the streets most of my life, little while ago I found a home, with some nice people... But I guess it's like they say, right -- nothing lasts forever... Been on the road ever since... Well, I guess that's it... Not much else... I guess that makes me single too." If only I could remember what happened, it seemed so long ago... And yet... These dreams... If I can find him, he'd know what to do...
OOC: for consistency's sake, we'll say that the outskirts of town (ie where Candy and Denver are) is just outside the "range of projection", if you will.
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Imaginato disciplinis cognoscere modum; sciam quid et ingenii?
My learning and imagination know no bounds; why should my knowledge and abilities?
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Alchemy: [from the Moon to] Scorpio to man to eagle to the phoenix (female) [to the sun] back to Her consciousness outside the box she created.
Imaginato disciplinis cognoscere modum; sciam quid et ingenii?
My learning and imagination know no bounds; why should my knowledge and abilities?
Alchemy: [from the Moon to] Scorpio to man to eagle to the phoenix (female) [to the sun] back to Her consciousness outside the box she created.
