[h3][color=gold][center]Jaclyn [i]"OfAll"[/i] Chreyz[/center][/color][/h3][center][img]https://assets.mycast.io/actor_images/actor-ta-kaiya-blaney-267392_small.jpg?1631024853[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=gold][b]Location[/b][/color]: Asteroid M
[color=gold][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Power Mimicry - Active Power: Chaos Magic[/center]
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OfAll thought she caught the sound of her name, and in short time Antoinette was right beside her, asking if she was alright and where she hit. [color=gold]". . .more my back,"[/color] OfAll responded uncomfortably. [color=gold]"But it's fine,"[/color] she pushed herself up onto her all-fours, [color=gold]"I'm fine, I mean. Thanks,"[/color] she smiled. Antoinette was one of the few members of the team Jaclyn had some interaction with prior to joining them. A positive acquaintance, to be sure, and it was good to be reunited with her, Bethany and Neil. Just half more of the group to go.

OfAll looked up as Lance spoke then, having also come over. [color=gold]"Yeah,"[/color] OfAll kind of laughed, embarrassed, as she now, carefully, got to her feet. [color=gold]"Thanks for checking on me. That sounds real good,"[/color] she said of meeting up with the others soon; the smile already faded from her face and a low-key bothered exhale now escaping from her lips.

This was enough.

She'd seen magic go wrong, and she'd seen it work.

She would stay away from portals -and mutant circuits- but it couldn't be [i]all[/i] bad and they needed her,
[i]she[/i] needed [i]herself[/i] -as in, she knew she was more capable than this. 

She concentrated again, taking a deep, steadying breath as she did so. Pushing from her mind the calamity that happened before, decidedly shelving that away as, again, "just portals", and she made an attempt to transmutate her space suit into some kind of suit of armour.

Without really thinking about it she had closed her eyes. The feeling of magic [i]did[/i] follow -decidedly a different feel than Max's mutant circuit. Much less otherworldly, out-of-body, and more like a tingling sensation that flowed from her mind, to her hands, then spread both across and away from her body.

It also felt. . .incomplete. Or. . .ill charged. Like a device where the batteries were running low and the sound effects played wonky.

In this case, the feeling of the magic was sort of . . .[i]crackly[/i]. Like a dull, Pop Rocks sensation.

When OfAll opened her eyes, she found her spacesuit [i]had[/i] changed.
For the worse.

OfAll sighed. This, this was almost amusing. The term "rag lady" popped into her head although her suit didn't look [i]that[/i] bad. More like one that had been tagged for the decommission pile, used too much to be useful, yet possibly still salvageable with some work.

Deciding that "work" was not to be done by her hands, OfAll shelved her idea. Perhaps the type of armour she had in her mind was just too complicated, or -[i]Holo could've done that[/i] she thought to herself. Magic seemed like part visualization, and OfAll was not the visual thinker of the family. 

But as her attempt didn't result in the blowing up of her suit, nor any calamity of any sort, OfAll actually could smile at this failure; some of her fear towards magic having been settled through it.

Shifting her mind with another breath, OfAll decided to try and do something about her arms. Yes, maybe it wouldn't be long now before they reunited with the others, with Edus, but who knew what could still be encountered along the way, what wrenches could still be thrown into the works. 

Besides that, healing was always a useful thing and likewise, it was magic practice. 
OfAll liked the idea that she could practice one thing by doing different things. Well, she didn't know if that's exactly how it worked here. Perhaps magic was more akin to different muscles in the body and flexing one wouldn't really contribute to the strength across the board.

Either way.

Her first attempt she was feeling something again. That Pop Rocks sensation, a little "brighter". But then it stopped. Did it fizzle out or had OfAll balked? She had suddenly had the thought, as the sensation spread over the damaged part of her arms, what if she made it worse?

Shaking her head, OfAll was determined to try again. [i]How can you make things worse [u]healing[/u]?[/i] she thought to herself in way of calming, not berating. That little back-of-the-mind voice everyone has, however, was starting to speak up [i]well, maybe repairing tissue is one misstep away from-[/i] A stronger shake of her head. [i]Focus, OfAll. You can do anything, just set your mind.[/i] 

Positive self-talk.

And, a positive result did follow -feeling the tingling, fizzy sensation spreading like a tide coming in and going out across her injuries.

The winds had really ramped the pain back up to the point of feeling like they were reburning a little. Not only had OfAll calmed that, but she managed to dial the pain down lower than before them. Surveying the look of her arms, she thought they appeared a little less red than they had been.

It wasn't perfect, but it was an improvement. 
In itself that added another layer of relief.

OfAll smiled, turning then to join the others.