[u][i]Nicholas Raynor[/i][/u]

As the lights went out, Nicholas quickly grabbed a hold of a nearby piece of furniture with his left hand, though, it wasn't out of just fear. He didn't want to stub his toe on something, so having his hand on a piece of furniture allowed him to have some level of understanding of where items were in this darkness. Then a thought occurred to him. He could repel this darkness. He did have the means, after all, and he had given his body at least a little time to rest. So he might as well put himself to use. Quickly, a white flame of white color took hold over his right hand, the energy from it seeping into his arm quickly and beginning to mend his arm little by little, bones regenerating and adjusting themselves to their proper positioning. It wouldn't take long before it was completely healed. But that wasn't the point. This very same flame illuminated the area in a white light, making sure that at least a part of the room was clearly lit up around him, as he slowly lifted up his arm to get a better vantage point. "...There. Now I can actually see where I'm stepping."

His eyes quickly dashed towards Red and his hands. Hrm...he wasn't exactly sure what that was about, but something about it seemed strange, off to him. Perhaps another ability? He wasn't even sure, but he wasn't going to speculate on that too much longer. He looked at Deborah, slowly nodding. "That sounds like a smart enough idea. No sense waiting around. Maybe we should try to find out what knocked out the power?" He asked, moving to readjust his backpack so that he was ready to get going the moment they got going. After all, he didn't want to get left behind.