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I believe the collabing levels were quite high last night. My brain is still recovering from it. Heh!
Nicholas Raynor
And so he continued on, deeper into the jungle, his black shirt beginning to become from sweat as humidity in the area definitely caused his body to react, along with the sprinting pace he was going with. Eventually, he lifted his brow upwards, coming to a halt, and wiping the sweat from his brow. He didn't want to feel the stinging of sweat coming from it. However, the flame on his forehead had almost gone out. Not because it was weak, mind you, but rather, because he wanted to conserve his power. What if there were those who were wounded and needed his help? It would be senseless for him to come this way and waste all of his ability on himself.
And then that's when he saw it. Two individuals, holding what looked like a few others, coming this way. One looked...strange. Like a black creature that was more akin to a monstrosity than a human in any sort. To say the least, if it hadn't been for the flame continuously giving him confidence, the young Nicholas would be frightened, or at least perturbed, to say the least. The other seemed to be a girl who had a strange hunch to her and...strange, arms? Huh. He tilted his head at first, but shook his head. Now was not the time to be standing still. This was why he had come this far.
“Excuse me, are those people injured?” He quickly asked, moving in front of the young lady specifically. Quickly, he snapped his fingers. He didn't need to look over them long to find his answer. The girl hunched student was carrying looked particularly off. Noting the vomit from her mouth and the wetness of her clothes, there was no doubt that she had some negative exposure to the ocean. He could work with this. As his fingers snapped, a bright flame engulfed his right hand, white in color and beginning to already spread out over Theresa's body as he quickly placed his right hand on her stomach as he did so, closing his eyes to focus. All too quickly, the flames began to mend the broken bones in her body, along with any other injuries she might have stained, anything from bruises to cuts. The smallest of things. Within a good thirty seconds, the flames vanished, revealing a fully healed Theresa.
The young man sighed, feeling the strain from the healing process and moving to sit down by a nearby tree. “F-forgive me for my intrusion, but...ya know, the hurt need to be treated, ya know? I don't know what all you did over there, but whatever it was...it -had- to be rough. I don't usually get this tired from my powers...” He noted, stopping to take in a breath in between the pauses he made. Ugh...well, at least he had done -something-. “I-is...there anything else I can do to help?”
And so he continued on, deeper into the jungle, his black shirt beginning to become from sweat as humidity in the area definitely caused his body to react, along with the sprinting pace he was going with. Eventually, he lifted his brow upwards, coming to a halt, and wiping the sweat from his brow. He didn't want to feel the stinging of sweat coming from it. However, the flame on his forehead had almost gone out. Not because it was weak, mind you, but rather, because he wanted to conserve his power. What if there were those who were wounded and needed his help? It would be senseless for him to come this way and waste all of his ability on himself.
And then that's when he saw it. Two individuals, holding what looked like a few others, coming this way. One looked...strange. Like a black creature that was more akin to a monstrosity than a human in any sort. To say the least, if it hadn't been for the flame continuously giving him confidence, the young Nicholas would be frightened, or at least perturbed, to say the least. The other seemed to be a girl who had a strange hunch to her and...strange, arms? Huh. He tilted his head at first, but shook his head. Now was not the time to be standing still. This was why he had come this far.
“Excuse me, are those people injured?” He quickly asked, moving in front of the young lady specifically. Quickly, he snapped his fingers. He didn't need to look over them long to find his answer. The girl hunched student was carrying looked particularly off. Noting the vomit from her mouth and the wetness of her clothes, there was no doubt that she had some negative exposure to the ocean. He could work with this. As his fingers snapped, a bright flame engulfed his right hand, white in color and beginning to already spread out over Theresa's body as he quickly placed his right hand on her stomach as he did so, closing his eyes to focus. All too quickly, the flames began to mend the broken bones in her body, along with any other injuries she might have stained, anything from bruises to cuts. The smallest of things. Within a good thirty seconds, the flames vanished, revealing a fully healed Theresa.
The young man sighed, feeling the strain from the healing process and moving to sit down by a nearby tree. “F-forgive me for my intrusion, but...ya know, the hurt need to be treated, ya know? I don't know what all you did over there, but whatever it was...it -had- to be rough. I don't usually get this tired from my powers...” He noted, stopping to take in a breath in between the pauses he made. Ugh...well, at least he had done -something-. “I-is...there anything else I can do to help?”
Nicholas Raynor
A short time after his little lesson with Adam, the young Nicholas was doing nothing more than wandering the west side of the campus, notably staying away from the dormitories and drifting out towards the island's wild areas. Not because he wanted to go out into the jungles or whatever else lied out there, but rather, to simply avoid a certain -someone- who would likely be trying to track him down eventually. Ugh. That girl. He had to wonder if she seriously liked him, or if she was just trying to consistently get under his skin. He had his own ideals and ethics to worry about, though, without having to deal with a girl trying to saddle him when he wasn't looking. Ugh.
He seemed all but occupied, his brown bangs helping to block out the sun as he played on his gaming device...before he heard something. Something that sent his blood into a deep chill, his eyes widening as he stared upwards towards the jungle trees in the distance. A guttural roar, something he hadn't quite heard before...nor did he want to hear it again. But he did. Alongside what sounded like screams, and another roar. Slowly, he slipped his hand held device back into his backpack, before zipping up the backpack. Something about this entire situation screamed “keep the hell away” to his mind. He was nervous...scared, frightened, even. But...those screams could belong to fellow students. And what kind of person would he be if he didn't help?
He didn't know, but frankly, he was still fighting himself over it, until he finally decided to do something. His right hand quickly caught aflame, specifically his index finger, before he touched it to his forehead. The flame took hold of his forehead, glowing on top of it and distributing its unique quality to make him feel...braver, he supposed. He allowed this to take hold, before quickly moving to sprint off towards the jungle, his blue sneakers pounding against the ground as he gritted his teeth. Was he going to be too late? And if he was...could he forgive himself?
A better question was if he could forgive himself for not going at all. It was a pathetic excuse, and one he had to face up to. Ugh. Goddamnit, he had to hope he could do at least something once he arrived, if something terrible -had- happened. Or else, he would just scare himself into going back. At least, thats what he told himself as he ran towards the source of the roaring and the screaming. As he neared the location, the sounds seemed to cease, and he had to wonder if whatever beasts had been out there had killed whomever was there...no. No, stop it, Nicholas. Now was -not- the time to be pessimistic.
You either stick strong through the situation, or the situation molds you however it likes. And this day was not going to be one where he let the latter happen.
A short time after his little lesson with Adam, the young Nicholas was doing nothing more than wandering the west side of the campus, notably staying away from the dormitories and drifting out towards the island's wild areas. Not because he wanted to go out into the jungles or whatever else lied out there, but rather, to simply avoid a certain -someone- who would likely be trying to track him down eventually. Ugh. That girl. He had to wonder if she seriously liked him, or if she was just trying to consistently get under his skin. He had his own ideals and ethics to worry about, though, without having to deal with a girl trying to saddle him when he wasn't looking. Ugh.
He seemed all but occupied, his brown bangs helping to block out the sun as he played on his gaming device...before he heard something. Something that sent his blood into a deep chill, his eyes widening as he stared upwards towards the jungle trees in the distance. A guttural roar, something he hadn't quite heard before...nor did he want to hear it again. But he did. Alongside what sounded like screams, and another roar. Slowly, he slipped his hand held device back into his backpack, before zipping up the backpack. Something about this entire situation screamed “keep the hell away” to his mind. He was nervous...scared, frightened, even. But...those screams could belong to fellow students. And what kind of person would he be if he didn't help?
He didn't know, but frankly, he was still fighting himself over it, until he finally decided to do something. His right hand quickly caught aflame, specifically his index finger, before he touched it to his forehead. The flame took hold of his forehead, glowing on top of it and distributing its unique quality to make him feel...braver, he supposed. He allowed this to take hold, before quickly moving to sprint off towards the jungle, his blue sneakers pounding against the ground as he gritted his teeth. Was he going to be too late? And if he was...could he forgive himself?
A better question was if he could forgive himself for not going at all. It was a pathetic excuse, and one he had to face up to. Ugh. Goddamnit, he had to hope he could do at least something once he arrived, if something terrible -had- happened. Or else, he would just scare himself into going back. At least, thats what he told himself as he ran towards the source of the roaring and the screaming. As he neared the location, the sounds seemed to cease, and he had to wonder if whatever beasts had been out there had killed whomever was there...no. No, stop it, Nicholas. Now was -not- the time to be pessimistic.
You either stick strong through the situation, or the situation molds you however it likes. And this day was not going to be one where he let the latter happen.
I suppose that all makes sense. However, I would rather -not- have death be the only reason for character growth, no offense to your judgement. I suppose I just see things differently.
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