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[devotedtothecore]

Who: Chrysos, anyone
When: Day 89, early evening
Where: Outside HQ
What: He'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease, the daring young man on the flying---

[ so anyone observant passing by parts of the third floor windows or lower today, or possibly just romping around in the foliage outside the building, might see or hear a few things. A blur of movement swooshing through the leaves. Light, periodic thunks and scrapes of something against wood. Heavier thumps against branches, swaying them a fraction, the scrape of heels against a wall or two. The creak of a rope.

The odd muttered curse. ]

--detach, won't you, lightdamned son of a--

[ Or yelp of surprise, followed by crash crash thunkWHUMP. ]

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[unmaskedlizard]

It's going just fine. I'm starting to feel like my old self.

[devotedtothecore]

... [ eying him ]

Is healing magic not effective?

[unmaskedlizard]

Well, no, it is, but... I guess because the damage was so thorough? It's not like magic can build up the muscle I lost. That was a serious part of my body. And it took a serious tax...

Now that tax is gone, but I'm not really used to it...

[devotedtothecore]

[ frowns, folding his arms... ]

....it can take quite some time. Phantom limbs alone...

[ glances aside. It's more than that, in Allen's case, but... ]

You've been at exercises? Proper food?

[unmaskedlizard]

You don't have to fuss. I'm doing just fine. If I start to over-stress then it's either Link or Nova on me in a moment.

[devotedtothecore]

Fine, fine. I'll refrain.

[ moving to go scale a tree and get to that stuck rope ]