<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RHohR16.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lyn Starcaterus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286197.msg14119042#msg14119042)<br/><strong>Aura:</strong>Sky Blue 0/3.<br/><strong>Charge:</strong>8/10<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Day 1, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Air<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Azuri, Death Stalkers (RIP), Robin<strong>Mention:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>By this point, the exact amount of input or awareness Lyn possessed was dubious, at best. In the wake of his electrostatic discharge, everything was fairly fuzzy for him. He was in the grey, uncertain realm of disorientation, where he couldn't say for sure whether he was still conscious or not. Some vague, self-aware part of him desperately hoped he hadn't gotten another concussion. He had dealt with those before, and they were never fun.<br/><br/>Even as Azuri managed to intercept his impromptu air gymnastics routine, he was still blinking in and out of awareness. He felt something collide with his body, followed by being grabbed, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what. Muffled noises that he could vaguely decipher as rumbling and somebody shouting registered in his mind, but he couldn't pick out details. The most he could offer in response was a subdued, strained groan, stuck somewhere between a grunt of pain and a wordless request for just a few more moments of sleep.<br/><br/>To put it lightly, Lyn was likely going to be somewhat out of it until he had a few moments to reorient himself.