[u]Po nods, lifting up his shirt to reveal a blistered cavity in his chest.[/u] I accidentally injected myself with some poison that I didn't know the full effects of. The concentrate has already started to reach my heart, so it's beyond my healing capabilities. [u]Po covers the wound up, finishing the rest of the symbols. He removes a sacrificial blade from his belt. It's edges are covered with ornate carvings and ancient runes long forgotten. The edges of it are stained with dark, crimson splotches. He raises the knife too his head, mumbling something incomprehensible, then plunges it into his heart. As his body comes into contact with the symbols, darkness envelopes the body and the corpse. White strands spew out of Po's body, chaining together and flooding into the corpse. Color returns to the corpse's body. Suddenly, it sits up coughing and gasping for air.[/u]

"How do you feel?"

[u]Po stands up, clothing himself and wiping away the symbols. He packs his bags and sheaths the knife. He begins to stretch.[/u] A bit stiff. I didn't get the corpse until after the rigor mortis set in, so it's going to be hard to move for a while.