[ No fault of the other guy, and of course, Amos doesn't even know what he's seeing is only half real. Maybe less. But when that sword gets waved around, it looks — for just a minute — like one of those protomolecule fuckers. It transforms, somehow, with the mall lights bouncing off the edge of it, and now what should be a weapon easily capable of at least holding back whatever the fuck is coming at them instead becomes part something twisted he's seeing in his mind. It looked like something he's all too familiar with for a minute, but it can't really be that, can it? Out of nowhere like this? But it's capable of anything. ]
Jesus. We don't have time for this. [ It's quick, really, the way that singing becomes more ominous, the way he doesn't hear words so much as sounds. A snarl. He can still see the guy, mostly, but where he begins and ends is rapidly shifting.
So while in his right mind he wouldn't get closer to a guy waving around weapons, it's a free-for-all in his head now, loose thoughts and memories tied up in something having a hold over him. Enough of a hold that he starts to recognize that feeling for what it might actually be — something he hasn't felt in decades, something that could be fear. But it's so foreign to him, he doesn't understand that burning in his chest. And he starts to get closer to the guy, like he might attempt to grab him and haul him off, but stop just short. ]
It's like a fuckin' superweapon. Moves quick. Just get out of the damn way.
[ He doesn't necessarily give a shit about the guy as a general concept of preserving life, but even with his mind being like this, it doesn't sit right to ditch if he knows this monster well and how to take it down. Unfortunately, the innocent bystander hearing this commotion and trying to just leave the store and vacate the area ends up as an object of this hallucination, a thing advancing on them, seen out of the corner of his eye. And Amos moves swiftly, shoving the "creature" roughly up against the wall and beginning to hit them. ]
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Jesus. We don't have time for this. [ It's quick, really, the way that singing becomes more ominous, the way he doesn't hear words so much as sounds. A snarl. He can still see the guy, mostly, but where he begins and ends is rapidly shifting.
So while in his right mind he wouldn't get closer to a guy waving around weapons, it's a free-for-all in his head now, loose thoughts and memories tied up in something having a hold over him. Enough of a hold that he starts to recognize that feeling for what it might actually be — something he hasn't felt in decades, something that could be fear. But it's so foreign to him, he doesn't understand that burning in his chest. And he starts to get closer to the guy, like he might attempt to grab him and haul him off, but stop just short. ]
It's like a fuckin' superweapon. Moves quick. Just get out of the damn way.
[ He doesn't necessarily give a shit about the guy as a general concept of preserving life, but even with his mind being like this, it doesn't sit right to ditch if he knows this monster well and how to take it down. Unfortunately, the innocent bystander hearing this commotion and trying to just leave the store and vacate the area ends up as an object of this hallucination, a thing advancing on them, seen out of the corner of his eye. And Amos moves swiftly, shoving the "creature" roughly up against the wall and beginning to hit them. ]