♉ [BBS][Action] SOS, SOS.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

i WAS WRONG, iN THAT, i UHH, cAN'T, dO ANYTHING,
hELP, i WAS WRONG, i WAS WRONG, i WAS WRONG,
sCHOOL HALLWAY,
wATER, eVERYWHERE,
mEN'S ROOM, aS IN THE REST ROOM, oR RATHER LAVATORY, wHATEVER YOU WOULD COMMONLY CALL IT,
bROKEN SINK,
oH GOD,
sOS,
lAD'S i'M IN A BIT OF JAM,

[One laptop later he manages to get that message out, but don't expect there to be any response because he's completely ruined the laptop after sending it, already having smashed it to hell trying to open and type on it. But from it? You get that he was wrong, and boy, he was fucking wrong. He does not have the experience to deal with this strength. Equius has had sweeps, honing it to where he can handle it, making it so he didn't completely destroy everything he touched. No, Tavros got all that strength in barely any time and he has found that he can't do anything. He nearly snapped off his horn this morning, leaving a noticeable crack in it but it still fully intact, thank god. Not to mention he's broken pretty much, every, single, thing, he's touched.]

[He finally managed to get out of his apartment after missing a class from fretting and he's been a stuttering mess, trying not to talk to anyone unless he has to. This bathroom was his savior after he broke the banister for a stair way and he quickly made his way in, taking in a deep breath before ripping off a stall door and then managing to completely crack and smash two entire sinks along with the counters they were part off.]

[If you walk by the bathroom in the hallway, there's probably water leaking from the bathroom at an alarming rate and that water has completely flooded the bathroom from the two broken sinks. In the middle of the bathroom is a crouching down Tavros, surrounded by orange water, laptop keys that had popped out of his computer (which is floating around somewhere), hands inches from his head as if wanting to hold the sides but thankfully he's remembered that that might be a horrible idea. Oh, and did I forget to mention he's kind of crying? Yeah, the whole almost killing himself by accident and then ruining everything he's touching thing is really hitting hard. The bruises all over his arms and hands covered in bandages could tell you that though too. Though the bandages are pretty much gone now after having smashed the sinks with his bare hands, there's a good amount of orange blood running from his fingers and tinting the water around him.]

Oh d-d-d-d-dear g-g-god..

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[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[As absolutely beautiful as it is to see those words, so completely gratifying and vindicating, Equius knew he couldn't leave poor Tavros alone with his STRENGTH. With a quiet chuckle, he pushed away from the computer terminal and left the library, searching for the bathroom Tavros was ensconced in]

[It wasn't hard to find. He just had to look for signs of mass destruction, and oh boy, was there a lot of it.]

[Stepping into the bathroom, Equius cupped a hand to his chin and did his best to keep from smirking at the terrified lowblood] You've made quite the mess, haven't you?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

....Not you, w-w-why did it-h-have to be you?

[His eyebrows furrow as he sees Equius emerge from the opening door and he wants to go wipe his eyes but that would most likely lead into two black eyes. He turns his head with a huff, glaring over to the stalls.]

W-whatever, just, fine, yeah s-s-sure, I made a m-mess...

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Because Tavros, who knows what you're currently going through better than I? [He clicks his tongue and gives the other troll an almost affectionate smile, moving to kneel in front of him.] Tsk, look at all this blood. How unsanitary. Best get you cleaned up before something gets infected, yes. [He reaches for Tavros's hand, intending to press a kiss to the cuts and cast a healing spell]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[His eye twitches, staring at him with an expression of extreme anger and hate mixed with confusion and a bit of sorrow.]

Whatever just, f-f-uckin' hurry and, split or something... blimey.. [His tone is very hushed, looking away now and gritting his teeth.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

And what will you do when I am gone, Tavros? Continue to bring this bathroom crashing down upon your head? [He drops his hand in favor of wiping away Tavros's tears, pausing just to cup his face in his hands. His thumbs brush over his cheekbones, the touch light and a little uncertain. He's been without his strength for a week, and he still can hardly believe that he can do things like this.] I think not. I'd be very upset if you died, especially while doing something so silly as sitting in a pool of your own blood in a restroom.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Stop touching me. [He reels forward, teetering on his feet a little as he hisses at Equius, clenching his teeth.]

You know w-what I can d-do to you right now...

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

[Welp.

That was not what he expected when he went to go take a tinkle. He expected a relatively clean bathroom and awesome people going in and out- man, these brothers are wicked, he loves them- for him to take his secretive pee time.

Except there's his Tavbro- or is it the other Tavbro?- all bloody and crying and shit. What. Just... what.]

Holy SHIT, motherfucker, what all up and happened? Did you get fucking ambushed?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Okay, G-g-gam, I, fuck I uhhh, I got Equius's strength, man, I can't help it.

[He looks over to him wearily, holding out his hands like he doesn't know what to do with them. And yeah, no he really doesn't, these things are destructive machines right now.]

Fuck I...d-d-damnit... What do I, do?

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

[Oh shit. So Tav caused this, but not out of his own free will. That sounds... worrying, and Gamzee isn't sure what to do. That isn't something that helps his friend at all.

He steps over and places a hand on his head gently.]

Man, Tavbro, we'll get this. Just try not to be touching shit. If I've gotta, I'll get to touching shit for this motherfucker.

[He then looked at his husktop and tilted his head. Wow. He did that? W... Wow.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

I right, shit Zee, the fuck... Okay maybe I'm just a bit fuckin' impressed blue boy could c-control this shit... Ha... [He takes a deep breath, not moving when Gamzee puts a hand on his head and just stares into the water.]

Shit I...I hope this d-doesn't last... Have you b-b-been having anything weird happen?

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

Man, I got to be rising to the class of motherfucking miracle fairy, but I can't get my honk on anymore. Can't get to my fucking clubs either.

I've been making miracles, but shit, brother... these aren't no miracles if they just be turning on your waterworks.

[He ruffles his hair comfortingly.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, standing up and stepping away from the other trolls, not wanting to even accidently touch him..]

Can you d-do anything. [Deep breath.] Can you do anything new?

*quietly sneaks in and spams your inbox*

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[That message was by far the most worrying thing Danny has ever read. He hurries to the bathroom and finds himself there in mere seconds (somehow), carefully pushing the door open and entering on tiptoe.]

H--hello...?

[He doesn't even know what he'd do to help this situation, but he didn't feel right just not doing anything.]

/noooo problem

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

D-d..damnit, uh, hey kid. [He manages with a very nervous, uncomfortable laugh. Yeah, playing this one off isn't really going to happen...]

I uhh, well ya know our l-l-little, uhh, problem, with the whole, strength thing, uhh, yeah, um, m-mine got a bit worse...

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[Looking around at the damage in the bathroom, Danny quickly pieces it together. And just as he expected, he has no idea how to respond or what to do in this situation.]

Ohhh...

That's...I'm--I'm really sorry.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Yeah that's h-helpful.

[Because Danny is doing a fat lotta good right now. Just going to bow his head and hide his face in his- er, nope. Bad idea. His cracked horn does not need anymore attention of any kind, at least from his hands anyway.]

What the bleedin' fuck am I supposed t-t-to do..

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[Oh god. Someone with superstrength is having a meltdown in front of him in a flooding bathroom. Danny is the exact opposite of equipped to handle this.]

Okay. Okay. Um...

[Oh god oh god oh god--- Danny is trying very hard not to flail on the spot right now. Instead he is waving his hands around, just a little bit.]

Maybe...maybe we should leave the bathroom? As--as a start?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Just help him, sheesh, SO WORTHLESS, UGH. He can't even wipe away his tears, THIS IS STUPID. YOU ARE STUPID. EVERYTHING IS STUPID.]

[WHY IS HE FLAILING HIS ARMS AROUND? THAT IS DOING NOTHING, THAT IS IN NO WAY HELPING HIM CALM DOWN.]


AND JUST L-L-LEAVE THIS M-M-M-M GOD FUCKIN' D-D-DAMNIT, THIS BLOOMIN' ST-ST-ST-TUTTER, FUCKIN' A, SON A BLEEDIN' B-B-ASTARD. [Now he miht be pacing a little bit... let's not get too close to any more sinks...]

[BBS --> Action]

[fierybluebird]

Shit... water's kind of my... bad thing mate. But I'm coming.

[Water + phoenixes = the only way to kill phoenixes. And Marco cannot swim. However, he's missing his devil fruit, so the curse isn't quite as deadly, nor is he a phoenix at this point. What he does have instead is a strange need to wear glasses all the time. Like reverse Superman in that he's no longer superman, just Clark Kent. Marco can also teleport. So no sooner does he start running than suddenly THERE HE IS in the flood and yelping... until he falls under the water that is.]

[BBS --> Action]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

OH GOD WHAT JUST H-H-HAPPENED? You can T-TELEPORT? [Almost hyperventilating now. Oh god, Marco, he...he can't touch you right now, he'll totally hurt you bro, and he doesn't not want to hurt you. He manages to stand up, sniffling, trying to stop being a huge fucking pansy. Shit, is Marco, scared of water? Damnit, why did he come here?]

B-bro, are you, o-okay? Shit, I, shit.

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[fierybluebird]

I can't swim! [FLAIL FLAIL. No wait. This isn't that deep. Okay. He can do this. First things first. Saving Tavros.]

Okay. ... I'll just go over there and maybe it get can get stopped u--- Holy shit I can move in water. I CAN MOVE IN WATER?!?! [Commence.... also freaking out... again. Because for as long as he can remember, that was impossible before. BUT YES. He has... seen fishmen move. And mermaids. He will just. Do what they do. Or try to teleport closer, fuck it. And he gives out a hand.]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

Uh maybe I should have gotten the water turned off first. Wish I knew how to do that.

[Action]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[It's not that deep, PANSY. SHEESH.]

Uh, I.d-don't really know how to t-turn it off?

[Also, mentally noting Marco doesn't like water. A good thing to know.]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

I mean... before coming here. There's usually piping to stop the source.

Oi-oi! Why are you all cut up?! [CAREFULLY AND TRYING NOT TO BE SCARED trudges over there to try to cast a basic heal spell.]

[Action]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, we might w-want to do that.

And um... [Looks at his hands and arms, sighing, watching him do a healing spell. UGH, depending on..people... He really needs to take a healing course.]

I just, touched a lot of shit that b-broke, s'all...