Post by Dusty on Feb 6, 2022 20:18:17 GMT
Psi would grit his teeth, focusing for a moment - he did say he would help. Then why was Psi so angry? He was composing himself before he walked in, but something about how Alvis conducted himself annoyed Psi to the point of getting close to being as violent as he could.
He would step back, holding his head for a moment with his hand. This was just all frustrating for him. Was Alvis right? His volatility was getting in his way-
“Enough.”
As Psi was thinking, suddenly his arm in the sling shot up and a blade would appear from his arm - changing with a sickening crack. The blade would sit against Alvis’ throat, Psi turning his head to look at his arm that suddenly gained a mind of its own. He would put a hand on his arm, trying to lower it so it wouldn’t end up stabbing Alvis by accident.
“Listen here, trash.”
The voice would erupt again, as a mouth would form on Psi’s shoulder - an eye above it to stare at Alvis as it talked. It would turn it’s blade, uncaring for the doctor's reaction due to the sudden turn of events. This doctor was brave enough to try this trick again, and the Parasite noted how he was acting. Poking, prodding at Psi. It had gotten sick of it.
“Keep your thoughts away from me, and Psi - I’ll allow it this once because you finally pushed him to take action but if you meddle where your mind doesn’t belong; you won’t need to worry about Psi.”
For a moment, the parasite would push the blade towards Alvis a bit as a threat before the blade vanished again along with the mouth and eyes. Psi would blink, before looking at Alvis with anger. How dare he use his powers against him, how dare he influence how he thought.
He would clench his fist, before just moving his arm back into his sling - glaring at Alvis the whole time.
“You aren’t here to help anyone, you hypocrite. You talk about how I should use my powers but then use yours to impose your will onto me. I get the calming field, but this?”
He would be getting more angry now, clenching his fist - debating to sock Alvis in the jaw but he just let out a sigh. This was a mistake, coming here. Out of sheer pitiness, he would turn to walk away and raise his hand, clicking his fingers to cause that mug in Alvis’ hand to explode into shards right against him.
“You’re right. We’re not the same, you’re infinitely a lot worse than me.”
He would step back, holding his head for a moment with his hand. This was just all frustrating for him. Was Alvis right? His volatility was getting in his way-
“Enough.”
As Psi was thinking, suddenly his arm in the sling shot up and a blade would appear from his arm - changing with a sickening crack. The blade would sit against Alvis’ throat, Psi turning his head to look at his arm that suddenly gained a mind of its own. He would put a hand on his arm, trying to lower it so it wouldn’t end up stabbing Alvis by accident.
“Listen here, trash.”
The voice would erupt again, as a mouth would form on Psi’s shoulder - an eye above it to stare at Alvis as it talked. It would turn it’s blade, uncaring for the doctor's reaction due to the sudden turn of events. This doctor was brave enough to try this trick again, and the Parasite noted how he was acting. Poking, prodding at Psi. It had gotten sick of it.
“Keep your thoughts away from me, and Psi - I’ll allow it this once because you finally pushed him to take action but if you meddle where your mind doesn’t belong; you won’t need to worry about Psi.”
For a moment, the parasite would push the blade towards Alvis a bit as a threat before the blade vanished again along with the mouth and eyes. Psi would blink, before looking at Alvis with anger. How dare he use his powers against him, how dare he influence how he thought.
He would clench his fist, before just moving his arm back into his sling - glaring at Alvis the whole time.
“You aren’t here to help anyone, you hypocrite. You talk about how I should use my powers but then use yours to impose your will onto me. I get the calming field, but this?”
He would be getting more angry now, clenching his fist - debating to sock Alvis in the jaw but he just let out a sigh. This was a mistake, coming here. Out of sheer pitiness, he would turn to walk away and raise his hand, clicking his fingers to cause that mug in Alvis’ hand to explode into shards right against him.
“You’re right. We’re not the same, you’re infinitely a lot worse than me.”