[Carlisle tucks his chalk away, dusting off his hands as he meanders over. 'Bored' is an apt description of the pair loitering near the shelves, whatever interest they had in Qubit seemingly gone as they idle beside their one-eyed companion.]
I don't believe they're capable of being bored, but they certainly do look the part.
[He flexes his fingers, raising his hands as he figures out where best to place them. What was once quick work for him -- dispatching the undead through use of his healing arts -- now makes him nervous, as he's not sure what the outcome will be given his current state. He suspects unpleasant for all parties involved.
He steels himself with a breath. Better to figure this out now rather than in a real emergency. He sets a hand upon the neck of one of the bored shamblers, bringing his palm to rest along the nape, and channels.
The reaction is immediate, and far more intense than he'd anticipated: his eyes ignite with light, bright like white-hot fire, his entire frame stiffening as that same light appears in the eyes of the zombie, transferred from one body to the other. It's there and gone in an instant, the walking corpse shriveling, crumbling, and collapsing into not much more than dust in the span of a second.
Carlisle steps back, retracting his arm with a pained grunt -- he had anticipated it wouldn't feel good, but the shock from it catches him off-guard. He grips his seizing limb from the wrist, his fingers digging into his radiation suit as he tries to regain his composure. Reacting to something unseen, the two remaining zombies suddenly come alive with furious energy, growling as they slam into the shelving, making the whole unit rock.]
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I don't believe they're capable of being bored, but they certainly do look the part.
[He flexes his fingers, raising his hands as he figures out where best to place them. What was once quick work for him -- dispatching the undead through use of his healing arts -- now makes him nervous, as he's not sure what the outcome will be given his current state. He suspects unpleasant for all parties involved.
He steels himself with a breath. Better to figure this out now rather than in a real emergency. He sets a hand upon the neck of one of the bored shamblers, bringing his palm to rest along the nape, and channels.
The reaction is immediate, and far more intense than he'd anticipated: his eyes ignite with light, bright like white-hot fire, his entire frame stiffening as that same light appears in the eyes of the zombie, transferred from one body to the other. It's there and gone in an instant, the walking corpse shriveling, crumbling, and collapsing into not much more than dust in the span of a second.
Carlisle steps back, retracting his arm with a pained grunt -- he had anticipated it wouldn't feel good, but the shock from it catches him off-guard. He grips his seizing limb from the wrist, his fingers digging into his radiation suit as he tries to regain his composure. Reacting to something unseen, the two remaining zombies suddenly come alive with furious energy, growling as they slam into the shelving, making the whole unit rock.]