Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191111162349

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Prad approaches, still decked in his white suit. Slowly, carefully, he puts his hands on Jorge's shoulder and arm. The lightning pulse that he so often used now bends to the outward reach of this fingertips, spreading over the man's broken arm.

Slowly, it mends, re-connecting bones, sweing back muscles and prompting the resumed circulation of his blood. In other words, healing him.

"Well..." Prad looks over, his eyes lined in the same amethyst shade of his power "...once you looked away, once they moved away, once everything was over...he pulled me back. Back to this horrid place..."