06-27-2015, 08:35 PM
Jay finished removing his boot and rolled up the modified pant leg. The cast beneath was a bone-white web printed off and molded to fit his shape. He absently scratched at a spot on his calf and looked to Jared for what to do next.
It wasn't like he knew what to expect. This was half-crazy anyway, but why not? He'd seen Vanders conjure weirder stuff out of thin air.
Something covered him, like a fine mist or a silk sheet, but as soon as it settled into his skin, he shivered despite the stifling African air. The cold intensified, and Jay wrapped his arms around himself. He hunched over like he thought he was going to be sick. Jared's power did this? And it was suppose to heal him up? Jay hated to see what that same power did to someone on Jared wanted to harm.
As quick as it hit him, the chill lifted. Jay's hands went limp at his sides and his shoulders slumped low. He felt weak like he hadn't felt since the first week of basic training, like every muscle hanging on his limbs was a soggy sack of tissue.
"Remind me never to be on your bad side."
As soon as he said it he realized that for as wiped out as he was, one sensation was missing.
He looked at his leg. He couldn't bend it of course. But the ever-present ache that grew so familiar was gone. "Hand me my knife will you?"
He pointed to where he'd unloaded his kit nearby.
He felt stronger as soon as his palm wrapped the hilt, but it was anticipation giving his grip strength. He went to work sawing apart the netting that imprisoned his leg all this time. It fell aside and he gingerly bent the ankle first, then the knee, then lifted the leg in the air and moved through both simultaneously. A surprised grin slowly split his face. "Well. Huh."
He pushed himself up, despite his skeleton willing him to lay down and go to sleep.
"Now that's a hell of a thing."
It wasn't like he knew what to expect. This was half-crazy anyway, but why not? He'd seen Vanders conjure weirder stuff out of thin air.
Something covered him, like a fine mist or a silk sheet, but as soon as it settled into his skin, he shivered despite the stifling African air. The cold intensified, and Jay wrapped his arms around himself. He hunched over like he thought he was going to be sick. Jared's power did this? And it was suppose to heal him up? Jay hated to see what that same power did to someone on Jared wanted to harm.
As quick as it hit him, the chill lifted. Jay's hands went limp at his sides and his shoulders slumped low. He felt weak like he hadn't felt since the first week of basic training, like every muscle hanging on his limbs was a soggy sack of tissue.
"Remind me never to be on your bad side."
As soon as he said it he realized that for as wiped out as he was, one sensation was missing.
He looked at his leg. He couldn't bend it of course. But the ever-present ache that grew so familiar was gone. "Hand me my knife will you?"
He pointed to where he'd unloaded his kit nearby.
He felt stronger as soon as his palm wrapped the hilt, but it was anticipation giving his grip strength. He went to work sawing apart the netting that imprisoned his leg all this time. It fell aside and he gingerly bent the ankle first, then the knee, then lifted the leg in the air and moved through both simultaneously. A surprised grin slowly split his face. "Well. Huh."
He pushed himself up, despite his skeleton willing him to lay down and go to sleep.
"Now that's a hell of a thing."
Only darkness shows you the light.