Okay, come on. Walking brooms are trying to kill you. No big deal. Sure. It's not like they have guns, they're just... Cleaning supplies. Sentient Cleaning supplies. Right? Don't freak out.
[ Grown man trying to talk himself down from a full on panic attack? Yep! David is actually pacing as best he can on the stairs, and gesturing a bit excitedly as he lectures himself. It's a been a Hell of a week, and this is the last thing he expected to see, but at least being surprised by the fantastic is starting to feel almost normal. If that's actually a good thing.
He winces as he hears the whisper about the brooms, and raises his hands to his temples in frustration. ]
Yeah, I get that! Just give me a second to think!
[ Keeping one hand at his temple, he reaches the other out toward one of the marching brooms, and suddenly swings downward as if slamming his palm on a table. The broom in question cracks in half at mid-handle and clatters down the stairs. David steps back, wide eyed, as the two halves begin to rattle around and reform. ]
Oh that... That was not how that was supposed to go. Um, hey! My powers are messed up, I guess? [ He shrugs, visibly agitated. ] I don't know how you want me to stop your brooms!
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[ David still isn't completely sure if that whisper is some real entity or just another one of the many he's trying to tune out. So he's decided he'll just ignore it! Rather than trying to take on the brooms again, or bailing the water out, he's now standing in front of the locked door.
He grits his teeth, staring down at the lock as he works to unlock it with telekinesis. For some reason, he's having a difficult time using that aspect of his power, and it culminates with him slamming a fist against the door. ]
Oh, come on!
[ He takes a moment or two to rest his forehead against the door, breathing deeply to try to calm himself before he makes another attempt to unlock it. ]
David Haller - Legion FX
Okay, come on. Walking brooms are trying to kill you. No big deal. Sure. It's not like they have guns, they're just... Cleaning supplies. Sentient Cleaning supplies. Right? Don't freak out.
[ Grown man trying to talk himself down from a full on panic attack? Yep! David is actually pacing as best he can on the stairs, and gesturing a bit excitedly as he lectures himself. It's a been a Hell of a week, and this is the last thing he expected to see, but at least being surprised by the fantastic is starting to feel almost normal. If that's actually a good thing.
He winces as he hears the whisper about the brooms, and raises his hands to his temples in frustration. ]
Yeah, I get that! Just give me a second to think!
[ Keeping one hand at his temple, he reaches the other out toward one of the marching brooms, and suddenly swings downward as if slamming his palm on a table. The broom in question cracks in half at mid-handle and clatters down the stairs. David steps back, wide eyed, as the two halves begin to rattle around and reform. ]
Oh that... That was not how that was supposed to go. Um, hey! My powers are messed up, I guess? [ He shrugs, visibly agitated. ] I don't know how you want me to stop your brooms!
[ G ]
[ David still isn't completely sure if that whisper is some real entity or just another one of the many he's trying to tune out. So he's decided he'll just ignore it! Rather than trying to take on the brooms again, or bailing the water out, he's now standing in front of the locked door.
He grits his teeth, staring down at the lock as he works to unlock it with telekinesis. For some reason, he's having a difficult time using that aspect of his power, and it culminates with him slamming a fist against the door. ]
Oh, come on!
[ He takes a moment or two to rest his forehead against the door, breathing deeply to try to calm himself before he makes another attempt to unlock it. ]