Edge of the Causeway, Saturday Evening
His equipment laid several feet behind him. His hand was extended. His feet were moving. Slowly, slowly-- and then the static hacked back into Cable's mind, momentarily robbing him of most of his faculties.
His lip curled up in irritated frustration. He focused, pulling scraps of telekinesis around him, pushing forward. Pushing on, more steps down the causeway, pushing static away from him--
For a moment, it faded, snapping clarity of thought back into his head like a rubber band. Then something in his arm wobbled, warped, and there was pain. He let go of the power, stumbling backwards to where the fizzle stopped.
Breathing heavily, he ran a hand through his hair. And smirked. It wasn't much, but it was a start. It meant there were options.
"The mice will play..."
The respite from certain observers had been... productive.
[ establishy, yay ]
His lip curled up in irritated frustration. He focused, pulling scraps of telekinesis around him, pushing forward. Pushing on, more steps down the causeway, pushing static away from him--
For a moment, it faded, snapping clarity of thought back into his head like a rubber band. Then something in his arm wobbled, warped, and there was pain. He let go of the power, stumbling backwards to where the fizzle stopped.
Breathing heavily, he ran a hand through his hair. And smirked. It wasn't much, but it was a start. It meant there were options.
"The mice will play..."
The respite from certain observers had been... productive.
[ establishy, yay ]