[The feed clicks on for about ten seconds of nothing in particular - just a crooked shot of a brown elbow and the sounds of breathing - before a blinding light overtakes everything, and a sound so piercing you'll want to cover your ears and try to physically turn away from it.
A few seconds, and it's gone. When the PCD clatters to the floor, it's pointing just up enough to catch Raphael, looking as surprised as anyone, gazing at her leg. For the kids at home who aren't an archangel or Jinx, the first time anyone has seen the splint on her (formerly) broken leg is right now, when the splint shatters into nothingness and she gets off the couch with inhuman grace. The
pendant around her neck from her previous powerless posts is now
glowing and swirling brightly.
She looks down herself, flexing her hands like she's never seen them before and breathing in something sweeter than air and for the first time in a very long time, she smiles. Take a picture, kids, this won't last long.
Speak of the devil, and it will appear: after only a few seconds she notices the PCD, and in a disorienting flash it's in her hand before flickering off.]
[Private to Sokka]
My brother tells me someone else inspected him first. I now have more than enough power to do something about this. Someone so unhinged cannot be allowed freedom in this city.