WHERE: Gym WHEN: Monday afternoon WHAT: Reaper makes herself feel better by absorbing some necroplasmic energies -it's not as gross as it sounds. STATUS: Open; in progress VIEW WARNINGS: Absorbing dead spirit energy, yeah just that.
Clem wasn't crazy about the amount of crazy around there. And she was used to 'crazy', but this was a step up from the free love, hippy garden crazy that her upbringing was.
This was kidnappings and brain attacks, and apparently it was run of the mill. Like these things were just occurrances that people dealt with. She could do without her brain feeling like someone had put a marching band in there -and not even a good one like on those youtube videos, like a shitty one that fell over their own feet.
She'd tried to put up with it, really. But fuck that, but the afternoon she was so done with the ache at her temples that really made her patience thin -and she wasn't the best at dealing with idiots at the best of times. And the didn't seem to be in short supply around here either.
Taking up space in the gym, because she didn't want to go to the hologym -weird as fuck- where this shit might be recorded, Clem flexed out her neck before letting her powers stretch out. She could call upon a soul, use that to give herself a boost, but she really hated the after effects of that, and she was trying to not be a bitch 24/7 right then. Although that was harder than she honestly thought.
Instead, she pulled some of the necroplasmic energy she'd already absorbed, dead things left the energy for her to absorb and use later, in a few different ways. The grey smog filtered out and around her, bubbling a little before it filtered up and Clem inhaled it with a gasp.
It was never fun, but the effect was instant and her headache and the sore muscles she'd been nursing since her arrest faded instantly, even as she gasped a breath through the bitter, ashy aftertaste of the necroplasm.