(It's like Magneto powers, basically. You can't fuck with the electromagnentic spectrum or shit.)
((Neat.
Magneto has used his powers to fly multiple times, and to throw boulders around at least once. So apparently, magnetic amps
can mess with para- and diamagnetic stuff.))
[Grate wi]ll probably kill Feyri at some point.))
*smacks Xantalos*
((When do speech rolls become useful in a way that you can explain something without swearing like a drunken sailor?!))
((When you roll well. So, never.))
((Or maybe a decomp would help?))
-Home Team-
...[So I'll just follow what Lenglon said :/]
Patrol with Grate. Speech roll - try to philosophize.
Patrol the ship and all that stuff. Check the labs because I remember Grate wanted to do something there.
{speech:6+1]
You turn to grate.
"We're fucked kid, Fucking fucked. You don't get it, you don't even have the short and curly's yet, the endless brutality of the world hasn't crushed your spirit. I'm a brain in a tin shell, my boy, my significant other is a psychic toddler in a body made of something we don't understand. And you, the emotional proxy for a child I can no longer have, are basically completely worthless in a fight. It's only a matter of time till you step on a land mine or catch a rocket to the face. And then I'm just gonna lose it. I'm already halfway there."
You start shaking him by the shoulders.
"I RODE A CORPSE GRATE, I RODE IT GOOD! I want to be helpful but people just keep dying! And I keep dying. I'VE DIED MORE TIMES THEN JIM'S GOT TO SECOND BASE!"
You stare into his eyes.
"There's nothing there, kid. It's just black. An eternity of nothing. Can you imagine it? Can you imagine a dark that big? It's a dark older then the universe. Older then God. And it wants us, boy, it wants us."
Grate just stares back.
Try not to break down and cry in the middle of the mission, I guess.
Something's weird with Miss Feyri, but I don't think it's mind control. It's too obvious. Either that, or it's mind control trying to get us to think it's not mind control.
Grate