[The reassurance helps and still makes him feel hot with embarrassment all the same. The idea he needs someone else's help simply to live like any other person has the luxury to receive.
That he can't be the master of his own fate.
He stands for a long moment, feeling the indifferent viscosity of the Hexcore's connection to him. It had grown comforting in a way. Like the solitude he sat within before. Had it really helped him do as wrong as others say?
He had almost been a god.
The thin vines of astral and organic material attached to his spine finally pull away, one by one, and disappear into the halogen edges of their surroundings.
[ he realizes it's shitty. he realizes how frustrating it is to be told that no, you can't actually do some things on your own, just because of the way you were born. some things are predetermined for you, and you can't easily change them.
it doesn't mean there isn't a chance though.
he's patient, watching as the vines retract bit by bit, ushering them along with a free hand. he's not rushing, but he is slightly nervous that the hexcore's going to react terribly to this instead. slow and steady. that's what they have to do.
when viktor nods though and everything seems to settle, he reaches in and wraps a hand around the core itself. gives it a lil tug. tries to make sure he's not going to accidentally kill viktor immediately by doing this, but it's slowly drawing it out to make sure it's stabilized, cradling it in his hands. ]
Viktor goes a bit stiff and straight as Caspian moves in for the core. His expression winces, though it's more as a precautionary measure than any real pain.
The glow of his body ripples; he can feel Caspian's touch distantly on parts of his existence despite the Hexcore hovering between Caspian's palms and refusing to settle within them.
It's beautiful, and he so desperately has the urge to snatch it and flee. The core reflects in the brown of his eyes as he looks on it. Then he squeezes them shut once, briefly, before opening them again. Right.
Staff.]
So far so good...
[He's not exploding into a heat death!
He extends his arm and curls his fingers, willing the manifestation of the still concerningly organic and twisted staff which was once the crutch he utilized to get around. Ironic. He situates it with both hands, pointing the curled head of it in Caspian's direction.]
[ listen, he is so tired of this thing basically piloting viktor. also, despite having literally no room to talk, he thinks it's weird and he dislikes.
he sees the way that viktor tenses up and he slows his approach, keeping an eye on him to make sure he really is ready for it. but it settles down, and he watches the hexcore hover like it's waiting for the next command to be input. he cuts a glance back to viktor, tracking every movement even as he watches him close his eyes and recenter himself.
no rushing. things are stable, and he's not going to tell the guy to hurry up when this is, in a way, losing a major part of himself.
the staff appears, and he's lowering his hands as if to encourage the core to slot into the head of it. shoos it a little. go on, you absolute nightmare. settle into your new home. ]
It's not losing the abilities you had. It's just redirecting how they flow. Having a conduit between you and it... kinda like a firewall. You can still do everything, but it protects you from anything dangerous.
The core bobs into its carapace place, and it twists slowly to adjust. Then it slowly begins to stretch and bubble; a blue and violet glow rises up from within and starbursts outward.
Viktor, unfortunately, looks surprised, a little worried. His eyes snap up to Caspian, and then quickly down again. The grip he has on the staff tightens - his arms quake, and it's suddenly evident he is starting to struggle keeping a firm and reined control of the staff.
Of course, some whacky shit would happen while they are trying to do a good.]
[ oh. oh bubbling is bad, and the sudden burst also causes him to shift his stance as if he's about to tackle the damn thing, but he realizes that reacting that way might just freak viktor out even more.
granted, that doesn't matter when the staff is apparently going to fight them every step of the way and he steps closer as if ready to intervene. ]
No, it's pissed. [ it's not an accurate assumption, maybe, but it's what he can figure. he narrows his eyes, watching the movements of the staff and viktor himself. ] You... try to stay calm. Could be reacting to your fear. Show it you're the one in control.
[ because this did, in fact, start when viktor questioned his control to begin with. ]
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That he can't be the master of his own fate.
He stands for a long moment, feeling the indifferent viscosity of the Hexcore's connection to him. It had grown comforting in a way. Like the solitude he sat within before. Had it really helped him do as wrong as others say?
He had almost been a god.
The thin vines of astral and organic material attached to his spine finally pull away, one by one, and disappear into the halogen edges of their surroundings.
He nods at Caspian, affirmatively.]
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it doesn't mean there isn't a chance though.
he's patient, watching as the vines retract bit by bit, ushering them along with a free hand. he's not rushing, but he is slightly nervous that the hexcore's going to react terribly to this instead. slow and steady. that's what they have to do.
when viktor nods though and everything seems to settle, he reaches in and wraps a hand around the core itself. gives it a lil tug. tries to make sure he's not going to accidentally kill viktor immediately by doing this, but it's slowly drawing it out to make sure it's stabilized, cradling it in his hands. ]
Staff.
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Viktor goes a bit stiff and straight as Caspian moves in for the core. His expression winces, though it's more as a precautionary measure than any real pain.
The glow of his body ripples; he can feel Caspian's touch distantly on parts of his existence despite the Hexcore hovering between Caspian's palms and refusing to settle within them.
It's beautiful, and he so desperately has the urge to snatch it and flee. The core reflects in the brown of his eyes as he looks on it. Then he squeezes them shut once, briefly, before opening them again. Right.
Staff.]
So far so good...
[He's not exploding into a heat death!
He extends his arm and curls his fingers, willing the manifestation of the still concerningly organic and twisted staff which was once the crutch he utilized to get around. Ironic. He situates it with both hands, pointing the curled head of it in Caspian's direction.]
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he sees the way that viktor tenses up and he slows his approach, keeping an eye on him to make sure he really is ready for it. but it settles down, and he watches the hexcore hover like it's waiting for the next command to be input. he cuts a glance back to viktor, tracking every movement even as he watches him close his eyes and recenter himself.
no rushing. things are stable, and he's not going to tell the guy to hurry up when this is, in a way, losing a major part of himself.
the staff appears, and he's lowering his hands as if to encourage the core to slot into the head of it. shoos it a little. go on, you absolute nightmare. settle into your new home. ]
It's not losing the abilities you had. It's just redirecting how they flow. Having a conduit between you and it... kinda like a firewall. You can still do everything, but it protects you from anything dangerous.
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[Funny he says this!!
The core bobs into its carapace place, and it twists slowly to adjust. Then it slowly begins to stretch and bubble; a blue and violet glow rises up from within and starbursts outward.
Viktor, unfortunately, looks surprised, a little worried. His eyes snap up to Caspian, and then quickly down again. The grip he has on the staff tightens - his arms quake, and it's suddenly evident he is starting to struggle keeping a firm and reined control of the staff.
Of course, some whacky shit would happen while they are trying to do a good.]
Maybe it's - unstable?!
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granted, that doesn't matter when the staff is apparently going to fight them every step of the way and he steps closer as if ready to intervene. ]
No, it's pissed. [ it's not an accurate assumption, maybe, but it's what he can figure. he narrows his eyes, watching the movements of the staff and viktor himself. ] You... try to stay calm. Could be reacting to your fear. Show it you're the one in control.
[ because this did, in fact, start when viktor questioned his control to begin with. ]