Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20190302210357/@comment-27661770-20190304134238

The lime falls to the concrete, grimacing in sheer pain.

Okay. Thoughts.

Thinking steady. Check. Fear and free will, feels okay. Memories... memories memories memories, all still there. Consciousness, there. Emotive capacity, obviously still present. Senses, in existence because this is the worst fucking "migraine" he's ever had. Awareness of surroundings...

An alleyway with a retreating man in black, can't focus through the pain on him yet, an almost intimidatingly tall superhuman with some weird mask, and a strange metal skeleton, none of his business right now. Okay.

Recap.

He'd been hunted by presumably Russians for associating with the Fans, Corey isn't responding, he's severely wounded (and not just from arrow to the head) and just took a blow which by all means should have killed him. He sees panmatter on the floor of the alley meaning there's SOMETHING missing from his frontal lobe, but obviously it's "gray" matter else he'd be a vegetable if even alive right now. And obviously whatever it is is nonessential due to his current state of "Presently alive".

...Not telekinesis, as blood begins to flow through his body through the most direct paths, and not anything he can identify...