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.

Cletus was a nice guy, all things considered. He wasn't super rich or swanky, but staying with him for a bit to fix up his leg wasn't a bad time. Sure, the bright pink cast probably didn't do his reputation around town any wonders (or maybe it did? Cornelius wasn't all that familiar with American small towns, surprising as that may sound.), but it guaranteed he'd be able to walk on it again. Eventually. In like a few weeks. Until then, Cletus was gonna have to keep that cast on. He seemed pretty grateful, though, and ended up cooking up some Magical Cocaine for Cornelius, which turned out to be his pay from the job. The ability to make magic cocaine. That was honestly pretty awesome, if Cornelius thought about it, he'd have to see about keeping in touch with Cletus.

After Cornelius got home, his own payment came in. He managed to get that pink mist he made to adhere to his brass knuckles, and damn if that wasn't nifty. He wasn't some super soldier or Captain America type, but his brass knuckles seemed to hit harder and take less damage from use with the pink mist inside, and the best part was, it wasn't even visible once he used it. All he needed was to figure out how to use this on other weapons, and he'd be the toughest guy in town. Maybe he could even use it on guns at some point, they certainly hit hard enough already to be worth it. He'd just need to get a license...