asgardchrysalis | tell me that you're alright, that everything is alright. ( closed )

Who: The Dysfunctional Hargreeves Brothers (Ben & Klaus)
What: Ben's freakin' out a little bit in the face of sudden war. Understanably.
When: Anywhere before October 18-19th
Where: Klaus's House
Rating: PG-13 for likely swearing (don't worry, they'll add their quarters to the swear jar like good boys)

[ It's strange. He doesn't mean to seek out his brother, but he supposes it's a natural stress reaction to want for the familiar. While he hasn't been actively avoiding his brother or anything, it's been a bit nice to have some space. After being literally tethered to him for such a long time, Ben was trying to find who he was.

Yet, here he is, in the dark of the night with his hood up and pounding on the door of the person who has defined him in so many ways for so long. He actually hasn't planned out what he exactly wants to discuss, but figures he'll cross that bridge if Klaus ever answers the door. C'mon, man, it's cold out here and the long he's left to his own thoughts the more he starts to worry this might have been a bad idea. ]

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I mean, you could try. [emphasized teasingly, almost a little testingly, too.

telekinesis notwithstanding, klaus feels like his strength has only gotten better during the stay here on asgard. so, pardon him for assuming here but—] I bet I'm stronger than you, though.

And since I can't just— [his fingers wiggle toward nothing in particular] —walk through you, wouldn't that be inconvenient?

[ ... Squint. ]

I guess there might have been some advantages to being a ghost. [ Phrases he never thought he'd say. ]

So you're a healer now?

To be fair, you've got a mean right hook. We might pretty evenly matched?

[following a shrug and an amused smirk,] I like you better alive, just sayin'.

Yeah, I guess so. [he shifts again, upturns his left hand, the cuff around his wrist glowing faintly when he calls upon the magic. translucent green moths momentarily wind around his fingers, fading away as quickly as they'd come.] Can also move shit with my mind.

[ Okay, well- No arguments there. He gives a small huff of a laugh. ] Fair point.

[ He'd be absolutely willing to punch Klaus again for doing something stupid. ]

Telekinetic? That's pretty dope. I don't know what I can do yet, actually.

[okay, wow. hearing ben laugh and knowing someone else might hear it as well is absolutely surreal.] I thought so, too.

[honestly? punching can always be on the table for whenever klaus decides to do something stupid. just knock some sense back into him, it's fine.] Yeah, yeah, that's it. Definitely convenient. [he raises a hand, the cuff around his wrist glowing faintly as he activates the magic and floats a nearby book over to drop into ben's lap.]

‘Yet’ being the keyword there. Have you tried to summon— uh, well, you know? [he wiggles his fingers in an awful attempt at impersonating tentacles.] Just for funsies.

[ It's a sound he'll hopefully get used to with time. Ben hopes so.

He barely catches the book, making a small noise as it lands. Okay. Yeah. That's definitely new. ]

Yeah, I tried my old powers but... Nothing. I guess I can't do anything like that anymore.

[with time, he absolutely will but until then? it'll just be a little off, though not in a bad way.

klaus grins at the noise, watches the glow fade from his cuff then returns his attention to ben again.]

So, that just means we'll have to figure out what kind of powers the gods gave you instead!

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