[the words reach him...but possibly not in the way Tadashi expects. his fists ball, and all of the sudden the smooth ride that they've both been having jerks to a complete stop.]
'Help' me?
[it's hard to really describe the motion Callaghan makes; he's not quite walking, not quite being carried, but all of the sudden he's facing Tadashi (whose legs are very much locked in position) and getting closer and looking very /angry/.
partly frustrated, but still very /angry/.]
What do you think you can do, Tadashi?! I've a criminal record, now, multiple felonies, I've lost every sort of license or credential I've had, my options are either to turn myself back in and be transferred to a high security facility or go flat-out on the run from everything I've ever known and loved, or deal with the local devil in an attempt to mitigate some of this chaos!
[his voice grows louder as he talks, temper getting away from him, but even so he can't stop himself- nor can he stop the fact his voice is shrill by the time he gets to his point]
What in hell do you think you can do to help!?
[the microbots, too, are responding; Tadashi is held tightly, but their outer surface constantly fluctuates with spikes and points and shifting anger. he may control the mass, but the mass is responding to him even without a direct command, and it's as though someone captured fury itself and translated it in to geometric shapes and ripples]
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'Help' me?
[it's hard to really describe the motion Callaghan makes; he's not quite walking, not quite being carried, but all of the sudden he's facing Tadashi (whose legs are very much locked in position) and getting closer and looking very /angry/.
partly frustrated, but still very /angry/.]
What do you think you can do, Tadashi?! I've a criminal record, now, multiple felonies, I've lost every sort of license or credential I've had, my options are either to turn myself back in and be transferred to a high security facility or go flat-out on the run from everything I've ever known and loved, or deal with the local devil in an attempt to mitigate some of this chaos!
[his voice grows louder as he talks, temper getting away from him, but even so he can't stop himself- nor can he stop the fact his voice is shrill by the time he gets to his point]
What in hell do you think you can do to help!?
[the microbots, too, are responding; Tadashi is held tightly, but their outer surface constantly fluctuates with spikes and points and shifting anger. he may control the mass, but the mass is responding to him even without a direct command, and it's as though someone captured fury itself and translated it in to geometric shapes and ripples]