04-08-2014, 03:27 AM
James squawked and broke away from Mobius to chase Casey, trying to put himself between the two and the glass. Mobius let the freedom of his hands give him the freedom to move, stepping in front of the ghost. He felt the watch on his wrist warm and then felt it leak across his skin, titanium leaking up his arm, crawling like spilled ink on paper. In the blink of an eye, he went from being snow-pale to shimmering silver, though his clothes remained just that. The shining metal affected only his body, not the surrounding substances.
"Casey," His voice sort of echoed, reverberating in a metal mouth. "Think you can do that electric thing again?"
"I can help Max," James said, eyes earnest. "I think, if you'll help Mobius."
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