Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
"Holy shit," Oliver exclaimed, watching the slightly familiar man crash to the floor, his blood seeping out and into the floorboards. He placed Bratwurst into his hood and quickly got to his feet, limping over to the unconscious man to inspect the damage. He looked pale and beaten up, and Oliver didn't really know the first thing about first aid either. Deciding to try and move him into a more comfortable position, he grabbed him around the waist like he had done Jun that one time, and tried dragging him across the floor.
What he hadn't anticipated, was that this man was way heavier than the shade, and much more... lumpy. The force of him trying to drag a being that he thought was many pound lighter than he actually was, ended with him sprawled on the floor, blood covering his hands.
The imp looked around concerned, and spotting Akira in the corner he called out to her, hoping that maybe she could magic the man better. "Akira, help!"
@RegalWindstar
What he hadn't anticipated, was that this man was way heavier than the shade, and much more... lumpy. The force of him trying to drag a being that he thought was many pound lighter than he actually was, ended with him sprawled on the floor, blood covering his hands.
The imp looked around concerned, and spotting Akira in the corner he called out to her, hoping that maybe she could magic the man better. "Akira, help!"
@RegalWindstar