Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140829135302

Camo looked away from the bottle of booze as Talen set it down; the stiff odor make his face twist in distaste. "I'll pass," he replied neutrally before shutting his eyes and trying to slow his breathing. It had been distempered for a while now, which probably hadn't been helping his recovery at all. Despite his efforts, though, he couldn't calm his anxieties about the trip's events; he still felt responsible for the team's hardships, just as he had during that other time at Sanctum...

Suddenly, a change occurred within Camo, one that he should have seen coming a while ago. The battle had probably distracted him from it. He cursed inwardly at his lack of foresight, even as his consciousness began to flicker and his eyelids grew heavy. Regardless of his struggles, his eyes finally closed...

...and Camo Vance fell into a deep sleep, one that would last for about fifteen minutes. It might cause his teammates some concern, but at least he wouldn't be dead...