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[helynge.livejournal.com]

[Josh is currently trudging back into the castle, his journal tucked under one arm, a book with a solid black cover in his left hand, and more creepily, a dead bird in his right hand. He also looks like he hasn't really slept or eaten in a few days.

As soon as he's in he'll wobble over to a couch and collapse in it, before laying the journal open next to him and staring intently at the dead bird for a few moments. Then he'll flip open to a page he has bookmarked and read a passage just as intently.

With a deep breath he'll put the book down next to the journal and hold the bird in both hands before that healing glow of his starts up.

Several moments will pass and nothing will happen.

The bird is still dead, and Josh has failed.]

Fuck. Dammit why?

[He'll let the bird drop to the floor and bury his face in his hands... which is just a little disturbing since he was just holding a dead bird and he clearly didn't wash his hands before doing that.]

What the hell is wrong with me? I can fix every stupid cut the people in the city have, and I can't fix this one fucking bird.

((OOC. Eris'd))

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[batfail.livejournal.com]

[Ho... ly...

Just sorta watched this from the stairs and was like OH NO, DON'T PUT YOUR DIRTY HANDS ON YOUR F---OH NOOOOO.]

Josh...?

[Venturing over, good lord everyone is PMSing and an emotional wreck.

Shiny buddy, why are you so sad? :( ]

[helynge.livejournal.com]

[His hands are shaking pretty badly as he takes them away from his face, but at least he's not crying or something... for now.

He still looks like a total wreck.]

Steph?

[batfail.livejournal.com]

What's the matter? What's going on? Why... [IS THERE A DEAD BIRD. When she gets close enough, she'll look down and kind of... nudge... it... under the sofa with her shoe. JUST FOR NOW.]

[helynge.livejournal.com]

Nothing I've been doing is working. I can't seem to fix anything, no matter what I do. No matter how many different ways I try, no matter how much research I look into.

I should be able to. There's no reason I can't.

[batfail.livejournal.com]

[Oh no, the Isis stuff drove him over the edge.]

Hey. It's okay. No one expects you to...

[helynge.livejournal.com]

If they don't they probably should. If I was better at controlling my powers I bet I could.

[batfail.livejournal.com]

You're beating yourself up waaaay too much.

[stuello.livejournal.com]

Joshua? That you?

[helynge.livejournal.com]

[Looks up in surprise, didn't expect anyone to interrupt his FAILURE]

What?

[stuello.livejournal.com]

[He slaps a hand to his face... I SHOULD'VE PUT ACTION OR SOMETHING, SORRY.]

What's this all about?

[helynge.livejournal.com]

[JUST GONNA ROLL WITH HIM LOOKING OVER AT CLAIRE OR SOMETHING AHAHA]

I'm just...

I'm trying to figure out how to revive it.

[Pointing to the bird on the floor]

[stuello.livejournal.com]

[LOL what a loser. Claire's amused, but also acknowledges that this kid has issues or something.]

Looks pretty dead ta me.

[helynge.livejournal.com]

[he's just a little crazy right now. He normally hides his issues better ;asdf]

Exactly.

[batfail.livejournal.com]

[Ho... ly...

Just sorta watched this from the stairs and was like OH NO, DON'T PUT YOUR DIRTY HANDS ON YOUR F---OH NOOOOO.]

Josh...?

[Venturing over, good lord everyone is PMSing and an emotional wreck.

Shiny buddy, why are you so sad? :( ]

[helynge.livejournal.com]

[His hands are shaking pretty badly as he takes them away from his face, but at least he's not crying or something... for now.

He still looks like a total wreck.]

Steph?

[batfail.livejournal.com]

What's the matter? What's going on? Why... [IS THERE A DEAD BIRD. When she gets close enough, she'll look down and kind of... nudge... it... under the sofa with her shoe. JUST FOR NOW.]

[helynge.livejournal.com]

Nothing I've been doing is working. I can't seem to fix anything, no matter what I do. No matter how many different ways I try, no matter how much research I look into.

I should be able to. There's no reason I can't.

[batfail.livejournal.com]

[Oh no, the Isis stuff drove him over the edge.]

Hey. It's okay. No one expects you to...

[helynge.livejournal.com]

If they don't they probably should. If I was better at controlling my powers I bet I could.

[stuello.livejournal.com]

Joshua? That you?

[helynge.livejournal.com]

[Looks up in surprise, didn't expect anyone to interrupt his FAILURE]

What?

[stuello.livejournal.com]

[He slaps a hand to his face... I SHOULD'VE PUT ACTION OR SOMETHING, SORRY.]

What's this all about?

[helynge.livejournal.com]

[JUST GONNA ROLL WITH HIM LOOKING OVER AT CLAIRE OR SOMETHING AHAHA]

I'm just...

I'm trying to figure out how to revive it.

[Pointing to the bird on the floor]

[stuello.livejournal.com]

[LOL what a loser. Claire's amused, but also acknowledges that this kid has issues or something.]

Looks pretty dead ta me.

[helynge.livejournal.com]

[he's just a little crazy right now. He normally hides his issues better ;asdf]

Exactly.