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Angel rose up from the couch suddenly, then looked over to the girl in the corner, Nala, embers floating around her, and then at Lana. "I guess it's good not to be the only one." He said. "I can do some stuff kind of like that too, but it's a little wierd." He looked down at his wrist, the wounds still slightly open, he had been hiding the injuries from all the others. He lifted his palms to eye level, and tensed his arms as he focused on the root system in his veins and arteries. Thin vines suddenly sprouted from his widely opening wrists, and then crawled all over his hands, down his arms, sprouting red and white flowers all over them. The red matched the small trickle of blood coming from his wrists, and some of the white ones were dyed red. "Ummmm... The flowers are optional." He laughed nervously, "But this isn't all I can do. I can like..." He was feeling like a crazy person even saying it, "Control dirt. And rocks." He was starting to get thirsty from sustaining the plants that were now hanging down to the ground, looking kind of like his dreads, except for the flowers. "But growing the plants like this, so fast, makes me really thirsty." The plants almost immediately retracted into his wrists as he took a step forward, blood lightly trickling from the now even more open wounds. He noticed a couple of the other patients looking at the blood strangely, but payed it no mind.

He followed after Agony into the kitchen, making his way to the sink right away, gulping down as much water as he could, and then grabbing two towels to hold over the wounds. He knew from past experience that they would be closed quickly, probably less than a minute. "You just missed my performance, Agony." He didn't bother trying to explain it, it seemed like too much trouble. "How'd you get that name anyway?"