Bloody prison!!!

[Garrett Blade]

*Garrett sat on the edge of the metal excuse for a bed in his cell. A glass of water resided on the table next to the opposite wall. He tried reaching out with the force. Yet it was fruitless - the ysalamari embedded within the walls of the cell prevented him from doing so. But Garrett was far too lazy to get up and walk over to the table, yet he couldn not use the force. Thank goodness he had mastered thaumaturgy at an...early age. He slit his wrist on the sharp edge of the metal bed and allowed the blood to drip onto the floor. But to Garretts horror, he could not manipulate the blood. How could this be? Surely Garrett had not...forgotten how to do it! And the ysalamari could not prevent this as it was separate from the living force. The Garrett realised...his resuurection. it had somehow reversed his ability to use thaumaturgy. It was imperative that he trained again...that he mastered thaumaturgy...again!*

[Garrett Blade]

*After sleeping for roughly three hours, Garrett awoke. he was still slightly bewlidered at the fact that he had lost his ability to manipulate blood the way he was able to. As he remembered, the only way to begin the process of learning again was to set the right conditions for his own blood, allowing him to once again unlock the secrets of his tainted life. This itself would take many hours. But as Garrett had proven constantly - it was an invaluable power that he would be lost without...*

[Garrett Blade]

*For twenty minutes now, Garrett had been sitting there, wrapped in the bed clothes, wearing his full attire including his trenchcoat, holding his breath. His entire body was tensed up - the blood vessels around his temples were ready to burst. Add to this the fact that Garrett had recently asked a guard to turn the temperature up to maximum in the cell and you could say that Garrett was a nuclear reactor just waiting to explode. His blood was most definetly acting in a truly volatile manner right now - much longer and it would boil completely. But that was not the goal here.*

Garrett was waiting for just the right time to relax his entire body a mere slip second before his blood did actually boil. This sudden loss in force and pressure would cause his blood to become extremely unstable, somehow giving it the energy he needed to harness and then begin to manipulate it once again.*

*His eyes began to water as he sat there wrapped up in his...thoughts! He closed them tightly whilst simultaneously clenching his teeth. Suddenly, his entire body relaxed and he collapsed on the bed, exhausted. he let out a loud sigh, followed by immensly heavy breathing. He had failed*