User blog comment:Affectos/Role-Play 2: An Agent Paradise/@comment-4273152-20130819030004

For a few seconds, nothing happned. Then there was an explosive reaction, both in the small room and back at the Warehouse. Felix's eyes shot open and gave off a red glow that slowly faded as the cursive writing of dozens of sonnets and odes moved across his face and arms. At the Warehouse, the goo-submerged cloak gave of a magnificent shower of red, green and white sparks, almost like a fireworks display. The words on Felix's skin evaporated into the air, and he closed his eyes again. The only signs he was still alive was his steady breathing and a low purring sound.