OWL - The Occult Wildlife Landing

Remus lay unresponsive on the floor; enshrouded in a cloud of psychoactive gas, his trusty oversized cross laying besides him as always. In spite of his condition, some semblance of a sentence managed to slur its way out of his unconscious lips.

"...Goddamnit, gotta get back to the fuggin' job-"

Still fully unconscious, one hand reached over in a slow and practised movement that had by now reached some sort of muscle memory: hefting up the large cross and slapping himself harshly across the side of the face with the enormous thing.
Bringing him back to the land of the living.

A black hoop helix piercing on Wren's left ear shows how cool and unbothered she is.

You don't necessarily look any different, but you've got a new, confident kind of swagger that people can't miss.

Belle shrugs off attacks, seemingly coming back stronger

Every time Sycamore gets hurt, when they would feel pain or strife, they instead hear a surge in the voices that follow them as their responsibility creeps closer and they tune into what they're meant to be. They cringe and try to smile it off, but they honestly have no idea why they can't feel their injuries, and it's terrifying. Close passerby hear faint whispers- "Get up", "Help me, please" "Can't you hear me?" "It'll be over soon, please, over here..."

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.