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[thecrowingtobe]

Open post for any and all PSLs for Claudio Kilgannon of the Amory Wars.

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[thecrowingtobe]

"How the hell did she get out of it Scott free and you got all bloodied up? I mean, I'm glad she's all right though. I'm just surprised is all." And what did he mean by nightmares... "Must have been a hell zone if it's going to be nightmare fuel though."

He rubbed his hands together and frowned. Licking his lips he rubbed them again and that light orange glow sparked behind the blue of his eyes. With a faint barely there glow in his hands he held up the warm light to the others arm, trying. Trying to heal it. To promote regeneration of the wound.

"If... it hurts. Let... me... know, huh?" He said and for the most part it would be a tingling sensation more then anything else. A strange warm tingling feeling running through the whole of his arm.

[mademyhell]

Trauma did not answer, though his face pretty much said everything. He'd been an idiot, and he'd walked right into danger.

Terry however was almost immediately distracted by Claudio's eyes backlighting and then the feeling sliding down over his arms and through his fingers. What the hell?

He didn't turn to look at it, because that would be a horrible choice and he knew it, but he did continue watching Claudio, because he wasn't sure what was happening.

"It just...Kind of feels like static." He said, finally, after a moment. That wasn't the most accurate description ever, but it was the best he could do. "What are you doing?"

[thecrowingtobe]

And that look said it all. For a moment, no matter what he was doing, he stopped everything to stare. If he were made of other things or if other things took more then he took to regenerate like he did, he would have left him to heal on his own. At least for a while.

"I see." He said flatly, looking away from him and back to the others arm. All energy he had at the time was pressed back to the others body, pushing him to be careful. The glow of his hands though, that was the real energy right now. He pushed a bit more, letting them glow in full, and the look on his face when Trauma asked what he was doing said that he had NO right to even ask whee he had to go to get help for this.

"Static." He said flatly. "Good." He said limply. "It's called making you feel better. Dumbass." He said in a short tone, clear that he was annoyed about something. He did however, let hi hands keep healing up as he worked.