[This is spoken deadpan by the somewhat twitchy looking fellow standing on the curb. He has his hands out in front of him with the palms facing whatever stranger he's come across. (On one palm is tattooed the word 'HELLO' in all capital letters, while the other reads 'GOODBYE'.) Nothing happens, of course. He clears his throat.]
I hate you. [Still nothing, obviously. He lowers his hands.] Hey, can you maybe do something piss me off? I'm trying to get the whole cool emotional powers thing to work.
c.
So how delicate is this whole thought system? Can you accidentally think about something, because I know I do that all the time. Like if I tell you all not to think of an elephant wearing your favorite color I bet you won't be able to stop yourself from doing it anyway.
[Go head. Respond to him without those elephant thoughts.]
e1.
[The name above Klaus's head reads 'SPUNKMEISTER', and he's observing a very not-dangerous looking rabbit as it hops past him.]
I thought newbies always killed rats or snakes or something in these sorts of games starting out.
[Does it have to be the fluffy bunnies? That just seems unsportsmanlike. He doesn't want to feel like a monster when he's supposed to be playing the hero. (That is what he's supposed to be playing, right?)
Sighing, he pulls out a fishing rod from some sort of video game pocket space and walks toward the nearest body of water. This is a much less dangerous method of leveling up anyway. Unless he ends up fishing for sharks or piranhas, of course.]
f1.
[Outside of a video game, Klaus has no real fishing skills to speak of. Nor does he really want to spend his time out on a boat sitting and waiting for something to bite his hook. He has better things to do with his time, like...
Well. He'll find something.
Right now he's content to just watch from the sidelines, though this makes him perfectly open and available to be dragged into any shenanigans, should those occur.]
Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy
I hate you.
[This is spoken deadpan by the somewhat twitchy looking fellow standing on the curb. He has his hands out in front of him with the palms facing whatever stranger he's come across. (On one palm is tattooed the word 'HELLO' in all capital letters, while the other reads 'GOODBYE'.) Nothing happens, of course. He clears his throat.]
I hate you. [Still nothing, obviously. He lowers his hands.] Hey, can you maybe do something piss me off? I'm trying to get the whole cool emotional powers thing to work.
c.
So how delicate is this whole thought system? Can you accidentally think about something, because I know I do that all the time. Like if I tell you all not to think of an elephant wearing your favorite color I bet you won't be able to stop yourself from doing it anyway.
[Go head. Respond to him without those elephant thoughts.]
e1.
[The name above Klaus's head reads 'SPUNKMEISTER', and he's observing a very not-dangerous looking rabbit as it hops past him.]
I thought newbies always killed rats or snakes or something in these sorts of games starting out.
[Does it have to be the fluffy bunnies? That just seems unsportsmanlike. He doesn't want to feel like a monster when he's supposed to be playing the hero. (That is what he's supposed to be playing, right?)
Sighing, he pulls out a fishing rod from some sort of video game pocket space and walks toward the nearest body of water. This is a much less dangerous method of leveling up anyway. Unless he ends up fishing for sharks or piranhas, of course.]
f1.
[Outside of a video game, Klaus has no real fishing skills to speak of. Nor does he really want to spend his time out on a boat sitting and waiting for something to bite his hook. He has better things to do with his time, like...
Well. He'll find something.
Right now he's content to just watch from the sidelines, though this makes him perfectly open and available to be dragged into any shenanigans, should those occur.]