[posting from his laptop in the Center of Camp]

[inthemoodnow]

Okay, so now seems like as good a time as any to get organised. There's that countdown clock and all of those cryptic notes of doom and lots of mysterious beautiful strangers. Speaking of which, if anyone has the phone number for that engineer? Hook me up. I've thought of a few more questions I'd like to ask him

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[actualizedname]

[he worries at his bottom lip for a bit, before speaking]

I can heal.

[inheritthewind]

Like... all magicky an' shit?

[actualizedname]

Uh ... it's -

[he swallows]

It's magic. I can use healing magic.

[inheritthewind]

Does it sparkle?

[actualizedname]

No? What's that supposed to mean?

[inheritthewind]

Dude. Don't tell me you don't know what sparkles are.

[actualizedname]

I know what sparkles are!

[inheritthewind]

Hey, don't look at me like that, you were the one who asked.

So how powerful are ya, Sparky?

[actualizedname]

What do you want me to do?

[inheritthewind]

Whatever we need ya to do. But we gotta know how pathetic or not ya are to figure that out.

So, healin'? We talkin' fixin' up cuts or +5 defense or resurrectin' or what?

[actualizedname]

I can heal a lot.

[inheritthewind]

How much does it take outta ya? Ever reached your limits?

[actualizedname]

No.

[inheritthewind]

So what would you guess you're able to handle?

[actualizedname]

I don't know. I've never healed anything that wasn't in battle, and I guess I couldn't heal your spine either.

[inheritthewind]

Ain't nothin' to be healin' with that.

Anyways, guess we'll just be seein' whatcha can do. You able to take care of yourself enough to take care of peeps near the frontlines or you gotta be stayin' farther back?