[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Streets ---> Outside Comedy Club - Houston, Texas
[i][color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color][/i]  [/center]
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	[color=#EEE8AA]"I'll have plenty of fight for my father's old play mate. Excuse me while I catch my breath from healing little miss sunshine and my own body trying to heal itself,"[/color] he said in annoyance. Ezekiel was also a little annoyed at how Leda seemed to keep saving the day and now he felt pressure to do well with Marsyas so they could get Calliope out. If he screwed up and Leda had to save his ass, he would never hear the end of it.
	He looked at Kristin and gave her a nod when she thanked him. Healing was the one thing he truly enjoyed and always felt rewarded and better for it. As Kristin started to feel better, so did Ezekiel. The break in his arm and ribs had healed well, that much Ezekiel could tell as he took in a full breath with no pain and sighed in relief. Broken bones were not a favourite thing of his now. 
	They started walking the rest of the way to the comedy club, making their way to the door and Ezekiel felt physically one hundred percent better. Leda attempted to open the door to no avail and Ezekiel was half tempted to just knock and be let in. He glanced at the building in front of them, looking for possible escape routes, like windows or fire escapes should the front door not be so readily available while he waited for Kristin to try her hand.