[ Robby watches Mob as he moves away (with Luck in tow...don't want Mob to be lonely), a low level anticipation that swings in no particular emotional direction. What will happen? Will Mob feel any better? --but only doing it will find them out, so he focuses more on watching than thinking, feeling.
And there's the stirrings, both visually and inside, but--there's a block, isn't there? There's no rise of emotion like earlier, when he wasn't being asked to do this, and Robby chews on his bottom lip as Mob looks over to him.
He looks down at the omen beside him, a furrowed brow. Quietly: ] Think this a good idea?
[ He has doubts, but he stands too. Uncertainty with him, but Robby breathes it down, speaks louder: ]
You don't know, or you don't want to? Your brother said he can't speak to you 'cause it's not safe. That didn't hurt? He's out there and he even won't let you help him -- and maybe you deserve it, right? You're his big brother, but he's the one who has to think about and worry about you.
[ He's laying it on, a harshest in his voice, and a force in his heart like indignation. A belief, because this is everything Mob's already told him. Robby steps closer ontoo the sand, but still with some distance between them. ]
You wanna be that brother? You think carrying that back home is better than getting it out now? You're a ticking time bomb--accept you're mad and get it out!
mob blinks, a little surprised but- the words are right. they're harsh and hurt a bit but they were already hurting. sort of like ripping off a bandaid, he guesses. robby's trying to show him a way to do this, and it involves looking at his feelings more.
that's scary. (97%) but he's right. he needs to look at them. if he goes home like this-
he thinks about ritsu. the bond might start to spark with hurt, then frustration, just a little. snippets of their fight if robby's looking close enough, and mob's hands curl into fists, throat going a little bit tight. he thinks about how they've been doing better and now they aren't. he thinks about how he's scared to bond with ritsu and that's the problem.
he thinks for a moment about ritsu little and bleeding on the pavement, a faint flash of that. (98%) about how they can't even fight like brothers. (99%)
the emotions that ends up peeking through isn't frustration, or horror, or fear, even though those swirl around in his head. his eyes start to bead with tears and when the scale tips over he lets out a little choked sob because what the fight really mad him feel was... sad. a little hopeless.
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it starts to rain, icy rain from clouds forming, the wind starting to whip up. luck might start to float a bit with the sand, which lifts. mob's hair lifts, robby's hair, the pressure in the area is intense, more so closer to mob. the rain is basically coming down in sheets then floating and whirling around, making everything a murky storm.
and mob's crying, the kind of choked, uncontrolled sobs of a kid his age. the bond is probably a little too intense with that, radiating grief like a leak into robby's head. it's possible his powers are leaking through too, so potentially enjoy the buzz of psychic energy down to your fingertips robby. you can now do cool psychic tricks for a while if you like.
probably not a good time, given there's a teen just sobbing in the middle of a hurricane. there's definitely debris flying around too from the wind, so. be careful.]
[ Before the explosion starts, it's like swallowing too much unintentionally: the emotions that push against their bond more, the memories, snippets, mixing with the feelings of the past and the present. They mingle with Robby's own, and he knows this kind of hurt. He knows hopelessness, pointed in and out, and feeling so incapable and stuck. You just want things to be better. You don't want (a mother) family to hurt.
(He might not know the feeling of being a risk to the world, but he knows about feeling isolated from it.)
The omen doesn't attempt to keep its form as the winds pick up. It's not emotions alone that pushed into Robby but the energy with it, that psychic energy--a force he's only ever been accustomed to under Mob's control (well, apart from the one time). He doesn't know how to exist with it, and it threatens to buckle him more than the rain and force. His protection is working; not to stop his vision blurry from the hail and the turbulent winds blowing, but there's an aura that keeps them off--maybe even Mob's psychic energy mingling with it, although it doesn't have to be unintentional.
Because what Robby used to is this tingling feedback, the manner it can help; and some part of him is remembering that, the times it's been used to protect him. A barrier, a buffer--he can't control it, wild as it is, unskilled as he. But it's an attempt, one that's in the back of his mind for what Robby can handle:
Emotions.
He's shit at them, in truth. He feels and cares too much and he's scared more than he ever likes to admit. But for as choking as these emotions are, Robby knows them. The sadness, the insecurity--he's been this many times at Mob's age, younger and older. His eyes water, his throat tightens, but he doesn't back away from them: Robby accepts. He doesn't try to smother them, soothe the pain, but in that intensity of their bond Robby feels to Mob what he can't say; coloured by his grief, but even so:
Let it out.
Luck can't be seen any longer next to Mob, but he probably isn't looking. But don't worry, if he does panic and think about the good boy--he slipped into Mob's warmblood necklace in the mayhem, his presence still felt. Hello, it's safer here...
Robby will need to keep down too, with the high winds blowing him over once. Let's hope that kneeling will help--and this protection.
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And there's the stirrings, both visually and inside, but--there's a block, isn't there? There's no rise of emotion like earlier, when he wasn't being asked to do this, and Robby chews on his bottom lip as Mob looks over to him.
He looks down at the omen beside him, a furrowed brow. Quietly: ] Think this a good idea?
[ He has doubts, but he stands too. Uncertainty with him, but Robby breathes it down, speaks louder: ]
You don't know, or you don't want to? Your brother said he can't speak to you 'cause it's not safe. That didn't hurt? He's out there and he even won't let you help him -- and maybe you deserve it, right? You're his big brother, but he's the one who has to think about and worry about you.
[ He's laying it on, a harshest in his voice, and a force in his heart like indignation. A belief, because this is everything Mob's already told him. Robby steps closer ontoo the sand, but still with some distance between them. ]
You wanna be that brother? You think carrying that back home is better than getting it out now? You're a ticking time bomb--accept you're mad and get it out!
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mob blinks, a little surprised but- the words are right. they're harsh and hurt a bit but they were already hurting. sort of like ripping off a bandaid, he guesses. robby's trying to show him a way to do this, and it involves looking at his feelings more.
that's scary. (97%) but he's right. he needs to look at them. if he goes home like this-
he thinks about ritsu. the bond might start to spark with hurt, then frustration, just a little. snippets of their fight if robby's looking close enough, and mob's hands curl into fists, throat going a little bit tight. he thinks about how they've been doing better and now they aren't. he thinks about how he's scared to bond with ritsu and that's the problem.
he thinks for a moment about ritsu little and bleeding on the pavement, a faint flash of that. (98%) about how they can't even fight like brothers. (99%)
the emotions that ends up peeking through isn't frustration, or horror, or fear, even though those swirl around in his head. his eyes start to bead with tears and when the scale tips over he lets out a little choked sob because what the fight really mad him feel was... sad. a little hopeless.
100%
it starts to rain, icy rain from clouds forming, the wind starting to whip up. luck might start to float a bit with the sand, which lifts. mob's hair lifts, robby's hair, the pressure in the area is intense, more so closer to mob. the rain is basically coming down in sheets then floating and whirling around, making everything a murky storm.
and mob's crying, the kind of choked, uncontrolled sobs of a kid his age. the bond is probably a little too intense with that, radiating grief like a leak into robby's head. it's possible his powers are leaking through too, so potentially enjoy the buzz of psychic energy down to your fingertips robby. you can now do cool psychic tricks for a while if you like.
probably not a good time, given there's a teen just sobbing in the middle of a hurricane. there's definitely debris flying around too from the wind, so. be careful.]
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(He might not know the feeling of being a risk to the world, but he knows about feeling isolated from it.)
The omen doesn't attempt to keep its form as the winds pick up. It's not emotions alone that pushed into Robby but the energy with it, that psychic energy--a force he's only ever been accustomed to under Mob's control (well, apart from the one time). He doesn't know how to exist with it, and it threatens to buckle him more than the rain and force. His protection is working; not to stop his vision blurry from the hail and the turbulent winds blowing, but there's an aura that keeps them off--maybe even Mob's psychic energy mingling with it, although it doesn't have to be unintentional.
Because what Robby used to is this tingling feedback, the manner it can help; and some part of him is remembering that, the times it's been used to protect him. A barrier, a buffer--he can't control it, wild as it is, unskilled as he. But it's an attempt, one that's in the back of his mind for what Robby can handle:
Emotions.
He's shit at them, in truth. He feels and cares too much and he's scared more than he ever likes to admit. But for as choking as these emotions are, Robby knows them. The sadness, the insecurity--he's been this many times at Mob's age, younger and older. His eyes water, his throat tightens, but he doesn't back away from them: Robby accepts. He doesn't try to smother them, soothe the pain, but in that intensity of their bond Robby feels to Mob what he can't say; coloured by his grief, but even so:
Let it out.
Luck can't be seen any longer next to Mob, but he probably isn't looking. But don't worry, if he does panic and think about the good boy--he slipped into Mob's warmblood necklace in the mayhem, his presence still felt. Hello, it's safer here...
Robby will need to keep down too, with the high winds blowing him over once. Let's hope that kneeling will help--and this protection.
Just long enough for Mob to get it all out. ]