♉ [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..

Comments

[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...

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

As do you, which is why you'll do nothing. [smirks, sliding one hand to ghost over the cracked horn.] While this is impressive, I'll have to be careful of it in the future. Such a pity. I do love using your horns as handlebars.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He twitches for a moment but quickly slides away from him, water rushing all around them with how fast he steps away, hands clenching at his sides.]

Shut up! Don't f-fuckin' talk about that gobbly gook in a public fuckin' place ya two b-bit floozy. Christ E-Equius, I'll seriously rough ya if ya k-keep on like that.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[just going to roll his eyes and let his hands drop to his sides] Tavros, the door is shut and there's no one in here but the two of us. Calm down, no one has overheard.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...Fine. Just, okay, you healed me. I'll just... [Rip that door off it's hinges and then every door after that...]

Stay here...Until. I...c-can bloody deal w-with this, this... this whatever the hell is goin' on.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

And what if we don't revert back? What will you do then? Live the rest of your life in this bathroom like a coward? [Folds his arms over his chest, cocking his hips to the side] That sounds like something the Tavros from my world would do, not you. I know what you're going through, and I can help you. If you'll let me.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[His breath hitches for a moment, hands clenching more.]

W-whatever..

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[face softens, and he steps closer to Tavros, reaching for his hand]

First of all, you need to relax. The more you think you're going to break something, the more you tense up, increasing the likelihood you are going to do it. You need to stay loose.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He'll keep his arms at his sides thank you very much, but he will take a deep breath and try to settle down as well, his hands gradually clenching, heart beat slowly slowing down.]

...Aight...