Storyline
The person is now a low life fire user when for a third time they meet that person once again. "Rivulets flow from your eyes." They are terrified now but know they have to look to see what's happening. Wiping their fake tears, they look at their palms to see nothing. It's...clear. "Paint runs from your mouth like a waterfall." From their mouth another liquid braeks through the craks in the lips, but it is clear as well. What was happening this time? "And your lungs are set free." Suddenly the fiery ball of warmth in their chest diminishes and they wake up back from where they started. They were once again a normal.
[Currently RPin Here // No One // Two People]