[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=CFC500]⚡John Watts⚡[/color] and  [color=107532]🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9XKvCRZF/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Mojoworld - Hobo Camp -> Machine Room
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=CFC500]Bioengineering and Perception[/color] [hr][/center]	[color=CFC500]"Step aside,"[/color] Watts told Andrew curtly. Spiral had teleported them to the room containing Mojo's age manipulating contraption. He didn't wait for Andrew to move out of the way, refusing to even look at him. His eyes were still a bit red, from crying or maybe just from overuse of the speed serum. Watts cracked his knuckles before getting to work. Luckily, he had three doctorate degrees - bioengineering, mechanical engineering, and chemistry - so he made short work of figuring the machine out. [color=CFC500]"Belladonna, you are not going first,"[/color] he then added as an aside. 

	Watts' fingers flew across the keyboard as he got the machine readied. He set it to activate once someone stepped inside of the chamber and Watts looked around the room, avoiding Andrew's eyes yet again. [color=CFC500]"Back in a flash,"[/color] he said cockily. Watts stepped into the contraption and it began to light up, a strange whirring sound emanating from it. To Watts, he felt like he was being stretched out like taffy and tickled and simultaneously mauled by a bear. It was a dizzying and painful procedure, but when the chamber opened, he was a man again. He looked every inch the 47 year old father of two that he was. 

	[color=107532]"I'll go next,"[/color] Arthur volunteered. He'd stand a better chance at avenging his father if he were 27 years old again. [color=107532]"I should be 27,"[/color] he then added, figuring that Watts had no idea what the proper age to restore him to was. Watts nodded, adjusting the parameters of the machine. Arthur stepped inside of the chamber and it closed around him. It felt like he was being torn apart atom by atom and reassembled. He couldn't help but howl and scream in pain as his body was reformed. By the time it was over, he felt like he had been boiled alive in a deep frier. 

	He stumbled out of the machine once it opened again, his skin looking a little red and irritated, but he was 27 years old again - [i]and ripped[/i]. He was absolutely shredded. His clothing somehow had adjusted to fit him at this size, which was a mercy, as he didn't want to be stuck in the nude in front of all of these people. Arthur pulled his hood down, covering his brown eyes. He felt exposed without it. 		

	[color=CFC500]"... The procedure may not be safe for Andrew. There's a fifty percent chance that it will cause brain death,"[/color] Watts said, trying to keep his voice even and steady, as if the idea of Andrew dying didn't bother him at all.