[ Jesus Christ, Eugene. Just fix the girl. He still has his moments where it surprises him that people want things from him. So he's going to grin at her and nod, reaching for his FluxPhone and scrolling through it to find the FluxFlix app. It doesn't really matter what video is playing, but he figures if he's going to do this, he's going to make sure he has the matter he needs for it. So an episode of some cooking show airs for a moment and Eugene hovers his hand over the screen. Soon enough, the stream starts to pixelate and float up to his hand, sinking into his skin as his eyes glow a whitish-blue color. His phone goes blank, the screen black as if it were shut off, and he shoves that into his pocket. ]
So...this doesn't hurt? But it most likely feels like static electricity build up like on a TV screen, or old computer monitor.
[ And with his hand hovering over her ankle, he focuses. The pixels from before seen to float down from his hand, wrapping carefully around her ankle and dancing around for a moment before vanishing. Other injuries flash and flare the same way before disappearing entirely. And her ankle is healed, as are any other bruises and abrasions she received before. ]
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[ Jesus Christ, Eugene. Just fix the girl. He still has his moments where it surprises him that people want things from him. So he's going to grin at her and nod, reaching for his FluxPhone and scrolling through it to find the FluxFlix app. It doesn't really matter what video is playing, but he figures if he's going to do this, he's going to make sure he has the matter he needs for it. So an episode of some cooking show airs for a moment and Eugene hovers his hand over the screen. Soon enough, the stream starts to pixelate and float up to his hand, sinking into his skin as his eyes glow a whitish-blue color. His phone goes blank, the screen black as if it were shut off, and he shoves that into his pocket. ]
So...this doesn't hurt? But it most likely feels like static electricity build up like on a TV screen, or old computer monitor.
[ And with his hand hovering over her ankle, he focuses. The pixels from before seen to float down from his hand, wrapping carefully around her ankle and dancing around for a moment before vanishing. Other injuries flash and flare the same way before disappearing entirely. And her ankle is healed, as are any other bruises and abrasions she received before. ]
Let me know when you're ready to stand up, okay?