Just another resurrection (open rp)
Mitch cracks his knuckles as he feels the blood flow returning to his body. Turning to his traveling companion, he grimaces. "I'm about to curse like a sailor. Just a heads-up." And curse he does, in English, French, Italian and even Thanagarian.
Stopping to take a breath, he looks back to the other. "Ok, so we're clear, I don't intend to catch any more grenades. Is that ok?"














