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[thecrowingtobe]

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

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[mademyhell]

"Jesus fucking-" Terry flinched when the wound was pressed on. It was probably better that he didn't get a warning, because he'd have found a way to stall or pause. Instead, he just sat with his jaw tense and glaring through his hair. That was unkind, Claudio. And his face should clearly say so, even though he's not talking much right now between feeling horrific and the general bad ideas of the day.

"You couldn't've moved all of us." Trauma said easily, that much was clear to him at the time, and was still clear now. "There were over thirty students in our room, ....And Casey."

"The staff told us to try." Trauma paused, and was clearly trying to work through how best to go over this one. "They thought-Fuck. Could you just-...(Trauma stopped again to glare because the wrapping of his arm hurt and Claudio wasn't exactly being great about warning things now that the bullet was out. How was this his life) They thought all the Rioters were on the west side of the building, but we had a couple."

[thecrowingtobe]

It wasn't like he was being rough, just medically firm. "Sorry!" He said swiftly the first time, moving it to wrap still. If his abilities didn't work right at least it would be wrapped up already, right? He'd rather it slow the bleeding now then anything else. Why chance it?

"I'd get you something for hte pain but this needs to be blocked now. And I could have tried. At least taken two out at a time. That's only like 16 trips or so. Or at least got you and Casey out." He said flatly, frowning. Or he could have covered them all. Or hidden them till it was clear. Or something. ANYTHING.

"Is Casey alright?" He then asked, sympathetically. Poor girl wasn't a Newcomer. If she got too badly hurt that was it. And he liked her. Her and the other friends Trauma had made. "The Staff are fucking idiots to send students out into a riot. They should have waited for a all clear." He huffed, frowning more at the others protests to what he was doing. he let his bloodyish hands go and frowned deeper.

"Gonna try something. Okay?" He said, bringing his hands up and rubbing them together. This time waiting for an okay.

[mademyhell]

"And then you'd have wanted to go back for the whole building. It was a mess." Trauma said, evenly. "The staff was trying but communication was down, tech wards were up. It was Ne-...It was bad."

Terry couldn't really turn his head to look, both from the pain and from the fact that the light headedness would probably mean he'd fall over. And he'd had enough stupid moments today.

"Casey's fine." He said. Casey had gotten out of it pretty well all things considered and Trauma was pretty grateful for that. " Freaked, but fine. She's probably going to have more nightmares than I do, though. "

Trauma paused as Claudio asked to try something. He wasn't sure what, but he trusted Claudio and was willing to see what it was.

When Claudio clearly waited for an answer he rolled his eyes and answered verbally.

"Okay."

[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.