[here's mob glancing up at her, nodding in agreement to those wise words. chaos is really scary, maybe the scariest thing if he's honest. chaos is the closest way he can describe waking up to find destruction around him.
and it seems to be everywhere here, chaos. he latches on to the last part easily. it doesn't have to be that way.
the request has him consider for only a moment before glancing around. there's something like the trench version of dumpsters nearby, and he lifts a hand, making the pair lift easily into the air along with any litter and rubble around them.
then he looks to makima, the blue-purple of his aura seeping out. a bit of a power vacuum really, like it's ready to devour any power that gets near it, held back by mob's attempt at pushing it down.] We call it psychic power, in my world. It can be... really dangerous.
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and it seems to be everywhere here, chaos. he latches on to the last part easily. it doesn't have to be that way.
the request has him consider for only a moment before glancing around. there's something like the trench version of dumpsters nearby, and he lifts a hand, making the pair lift easily into the air along with any litter and rubble around them.
then he looks to makima, the blue-purple of his aura seeping out. a bit of a power vacuum really, like it's ready to devour any power that gets near it, held back by mob's attempt at pushing it down.] We call it psychic power, in my world. It can be... really dangerous.