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[midnightroads]

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[midnightroads]

"And you haven't heard of these things happening when you're not around, it seems to be a you-thing, mostly?" See, Bash knows about poltergeists, and how often they're a manifestation of psychic power from one of the kids in a house, instead of a ghost. He's dealt with that problem before.

[busball]

“I mean…maybe? I dunno. Ava pointed out the knives still throw themselves?? Maybe it’s just new boat weirdness?” But it keeps happening around him. “But no one else has mentioned anything weird happening.”

[midnightroads]

“Right. I wanna try something. Just humor me.” Bash steps closer. “I want you to close your eyes for me, sweetheart, and think about a situation you’re upset about. Something that’s not resolved, that’s hanging over your head and twisting you into knots. That makes the pit of your stomach cold.”

He’s there with the pool cue, ready to bat away anything that comes flying.

[busball]

Klaus glances around briefly before looking at Bash for a moment. "Okay." He takes a moment, but he closes his eyes. Something that's upsetting? God. What isn't something that's unresolved and upsetting? Klaus focuses on their siblings, on the feeling of loss and the desire to know what's going on back home. It's really the worst thing. The uncertainty of it all, the desire to know if everyone's okay, the stress of not knowing.

One of the life preservers closest to him starts to move, eventually getting free and smacking into him as a couple of the deck chairs also start to drag across the deck. "Ow." A beat. "That didn't hurt." Cause it didn't. They peek a little.

[midnightroads]

"Alright, sweetheart. I know exactly what's going on. You're not crazy, you're not haunted. You're just getting weirder like any of us. Fun presents from Sundries or other evolutions of power, fuck if I know. You're doing the Jean Grey shit, but it's all coming off emotional vibes, yeah? You get mad, you pull at the world."

He'd reference Matilda, but he never read that book.

[busball]

Klaus squints for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Oh. Huh. Well, that's...who is Jean Grey?" Cause clearly that's the important thing here. (No, it's not) "Maybe that's the thing I lost??? I dunno. I know there was something, but I can't find it." A beat. "So I'm...uh...something has happened, anyway. But what exactly?"

[midnightroads]

"You became the poltergeist you wanted to see in this world. Telekinesis, responding to strong emotion. You're the one who's making shit around you weird." Bash reaches out to run his hand along Klaus's arm gently. "You're gonna be okay, you just need to learn control."

[busball]

Klaus knows what telekinesis is. Not that he's ever seen it in practice. Technically. They wonder if anyone in the group of kids had this kind of power or not. Anti-gravity was sort of the same thing, right? "Oh. Huh. Well, that's hopefully not going to get super weird. Hope Pratt will forgive me for pelting him with carrots on accident." They feel a little guilty about everything now that they're thinking about it. The hand on his arm draws him out of his thoughts and he offers a small smile. "Well, that's another power I've never had to get used to."

[midnightroads]

"Well, not like you're the only one who's got weird power shit happening. Hell, I can turn anything into a silvered weapon now. That's weird shit. Wanna go up to the sports deck sometime and try to practice doing things on purpose, maybe?"

He's trying to help de-tooth the guilt thing.

[busball]

A pause. "Yeah. You're right. That's true." But wait...did he know that? "Oh. Well, that sounds pretty useful if you have to fight dangerous shit all the time like we do." Klaus shrugs. "I have like one knife. Diego would be super disappointed in me." Surprised that they had even one knife. "Yeah. That might be a good idea. I don't want to hurt anyone by accident. Oh god. Ava. I was the one haunting her boat."