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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[hr][hr] The Aerie
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Molecular Oscillation 
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	Support beams were [i]important[/i], or at least, that was what Oli thought as somebody who had no formal training in architectural design, and in the grand tradition that Oli's life seemed to engage in, he was right, and it didn't much matter. Before he could do anything,  things were falling around and on him. Holding his breath, he knew that he couldn't get out of this situation, even with his speed, and so the one thing he [i]could[/i] do was control variables. If he accepted the fact that he was gonna get hit by something, he might be able to control how that happened. And, just as he thought, at the small of his back, he felt wood start to pierce his skin and, thanking himself for his super speed, he shifted his body ever so slightly, and tried his best to make sure nothing [i]important[/i] was pierced.

	And it seemed like it worked, as with everything said and done, he wasn't dead, though he was impaled and in [i]ungodly[/i] amounts of pain. He coughed, and blood trickled down his chin. He was pretty sure that if he phased out now, he'd be fine, his speed healing could keep this from making him bleed out, but god he was having trouble muster up the energy to not just collapse here. It was then that he heard Niah's voice, calling out to him, and he knew he had to reach into that internal reserve of power that was there in all of us when it needed to be, and power through it. Phasing himself through, and lightly grabbing Flynn as he did so, Oli popped out holding his asshole of a comrade, and met eyes with Niah as he collapsed on the ground in front of the rubble, barely managing to set Flynn down as he fell forward. "[color=7d16c7]Not dead but um.[/color]" He coughed, holding his wound, "[color=7d16c7]I really, [i]really[/i] don't want to ever have a building dropped on me again.[/color]"