Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180218035322

(Bt/S9) Thomas reaches behind and puts a hand on Maria's forearm. It's a gesture meant to comfort and assure her, but it's also assertive, stating, stay behind me, just in case.

In the meantime, as he speaks, he works on getting the X-ray glyph back up and preps his magicalky-charged work environment. He speaks as he works to keep Jorge distracted.

"Jorge, I understand your concerns. I really do.  But you'll have to trust me here.  This isn't anything I haven't run into before, believe me.  Even if I haven't seen this kind of rune before, that doesn't mean that it doesn't do anything malevolent.  I've seen mental watermarks that program a person to believe they're seeing, hearing, or feeling certain things, when in fact it's just a magical manipulation of the chemical processes of their mind."

Which was true. But, Thomas immediately saw that this was no such thing. His words are only to distract as he spools up the arcanic graft that will physically remove the bone the rune is on and store it in a tiny pocket dimension, intact. He intended to study the rune, but he didn't dare say so.

Sweat from the exertion ran down his face in rivulets. Normally, he would have an arcanic stabilizer to hold a static glyph while he worked with others, but here he had to maintain all of them together at the same time. It was like pedaling a bike, rowing a boat, and spinning a plate all at the same time, but of he stopped pedaling or rowing or spinning, Jorge would die---or worse. His arcanim strained under his concentration as he put the removal and storage glyphs in place...

A tiny blue ring forms around the rune. There is a flash, and the rune is gone, immediately replaced with a green one in its place, blocking the pain signals in Jorge's brain. A third glyph forms, almost invisible---a chronomark---and begins reversing the bone loss where the rune was.

It's over in thirty seconds.

The glyphs disappear. Thomas gasps, his arms falling to his side, and he takes deep, rapid breaths, as if he's crossed the finish line at a marathon. Maria sensed an almost unbelievable amount of arcanic energy as Thomas worked, and the effects of his manipulating such energy are apparent.

Pale and shaking, he staggers to a nearby tree and props himself against it. He controls his breathing, mopping his brow with his sleeve.

"...There...Jorge. You should...be fine now." He smacks his mouth dryly as he attempts to subdue his apparent exhaution.