Cornelius' exploits in the job had netted him a lot of things. Friendship of a sort with the odd folk who'd worked with him, millions in diamonds, and a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest that was quite pleasant. For a while. Then he began to notice that it wasn't going away, and that he could, in fact, feel something similair but much weaker coming from other peoples chests if he got close enough. Real close, to the point he could almost touch them, but there was definitely something there that he hadn't been able to feel before. It felt... good, like a warm hug or a well-brewed cup of tea, and Cornelius really liked it. He felt irritated, somewhat, at how it always seemed just out of reach, even if he was right up next to someone, skin brushing against skin, as if there were a wall he could never overcome. Until he did. As Cornelius was walking the streets of Johannesburg, making plans to get back home, he came across an injured child sitting on the ground, a nasty looking scrape on their knee, and stopped to help. That was when he felt it. The warmth built up in his chest flowed down to his hands, and he could feel the warmth in the child respond. A pink aura, like mist in it's appearance, gently flowed from Cornelius' hands and wrapped around the childs knee, the warmth present in both of them seeming to diminish slightly as the wound was rapidly closed. Trying not to think about what happened, Cornelius raised a finger to his lips to shush the child and left, now somewhat more hurried in his attempts to leave Johannesburg.

following the incident at the farm, Cornelius was hoping for some much needed R&R, and maybe a way home. No such luck, once again, a portal opened and dragged him back to that weird inbetween world he got stuck in after that last job he was given, like some cosmic freelancer. The only way out of this, at this point, would be figuring out where the heck he had ended up, and why. Cornelius was not good at that, unfortunately, most of his life consisted of people just handing him the answers he needed on a silver platter, after he turned the charm up enough. His good looks and knack for figuring out what people wanted was turning into somewhat of a drawback, now that he really needed to do these things for himself. Oh well, if there was one thing Cornelius was always good at, it was figuring things out on the fly. The first thing he needed to do was figure out how to not be cursed without a chance to fight back again. The energy dwelling in his body, giving him the ability to heal injuries, felt strong, surely he could figure out a way to use it to protect himself in the future? Surely enough, a bit of time and effort allowed him to figure out that he could, like when he healed, move the energy about, and with a bit of effort, push it out of his body. After a couple weeks, he could consistently put up a hot-pink shield, and a pretty sturdy one too. Hopefully he wouldn't be caught off-guard again.

It was a long drive to the hospital, the party was barely intact enough to drive, only Cornelius still having working arms and legs and 'Mike' struggling for breath. After their arrival and treatment, the group were in pretty bad shape. Scars marred Conrelius's formerly perfect visage, 'Mike' had holes in his lungs that would probably never heal properly, and Amy might never walk again. Brig was pretty beat up too, though not quite as severely. Fortunately, and idea came to Cornelius. His powers could heal wounds, why not scars like these? After they arrived at Amy's home, Cornelius started to practice. It took a couple of weeks to be in any shape to perform his healing on someone properly, but by the middle of the month, Cornelius was confident he could fix up their scars. All that was left was the moment of truth. Amy was his first volunteer, her injury near debilitating already, and Cornelius spent a full hour just working on her with his magic. The pink mist-like energy emmitted from his hands seemed to react with whatever was going on with Amy's blood, resonating in some way, and instead of drawing on the internal reserves available to her, Cornelius just had his own energy... Cycle, for lack of a better descriptor. After about an hour, Amy's spine was realigned and the nerves were healing, and Cornelius felt sure she would be whole again by the end of the week. Brig came next, his scars easier to treat, but when it came to 'Mike', the treatment didn't take, something innate to his body blocking it from taking hold. Cornelius wasn't sure what it was, but with Amy's magic thing to help, he was sure he would find out. Eventually.