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♉ [BBS][Action] SOS, SOS.
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..
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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Ohhh...
That's...I'm--I'm really sorry.
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[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..
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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?
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[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...]
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Danny is starting to get really panicked now, and obviously the longer they stay here the more frantic this guy is getting.]
L-let's just--let's go. Yeah. O-okay?
[Stutterfest 2011.
Danny tries to carefully hold Tavros by the shoulders and lead them both out, but he doesn't know if he's doing the right thing here, or what the right thing would even be. He's trying to keep Tavros calm just as much as he himself is trying to not hyperventilate.]
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Fuckin' TOUCHIN' me, bleedin' ridiculous STRENGTH, god damn FUCKIN' BLUE BLOODED TROLL. [Razza frazza mumble growl, bitch bitch moan moan,]
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[He is saying this not only to calm Tavros down, but also himself. Danny had interpreted the angry shouting as directed towards him, and was beginning to question what he was doing and whether or not he was actually helping.]
Now we--we--[Danny pauses to swallow briefly before continuing.] We go outside! Right? Is that okay?
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Right?
[DANNY DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE CALM PEOPLE, MUCH LESS ONES WHO ARE FREAKING OUT. This is all new territory for him!]
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... Let's just, get out of this joint, aight? I need out if this closed space.
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[That way, neither of them can destroy anything easily!]
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Which is how he manages to get through a good portion of the building with almost no damage at all--except for one door where he accidentally melted the door knob with heat vision before yanking it straight out of the wall while opening it.]
Oh, darn...
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Whoa..that isn't something, I got...
That's actually pretty bloody brilliant.
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It's. Really hard to control... All of it is, kind of.
But, I'm not floating off into the sky any more, so...that's good!
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There's. Well, there's a lot.
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Why?
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Just a question, fold yer feathers, bird.