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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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. ]