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text||J-Law: Lawrence.
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[SMS: Feeling like a Tech God]: Lawrence? Is this your number? Whoever this is, can I get a ride home?
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It would be an understatement to say that Lawrence was a little out of control. His power relied on his will and right now that was shot to hell and it was quite a bit of anger and a little bit of fear running him at that moment. He sees a bit of movement towards the table and launches about three computer mice in that general direction. They all slide across the ground, missing his target. Lawrence swears under his breath.
It is in the blink of an eye when the blade whizzes past his face. A small line of blood dribbles out where a bit of the monitor cut by the blade flies past. Some of the items that were floating around him drop as Lawrence loses focus. This is short lived, however. Lawrence launches more items in the general direction of Spoole. The items were merely gears, a few broken speakers and even a keyboard at one point. Nothing too drastic but big enough to make a point.
Lawrence knows what he is doing is stupid. He knows that he is looking like a raging lunatic at this point but he is too thick headed to stop. His ego and his big-headed-ness wonât let him stop. So instead he continues to stand there, breathing heavily are more items crash to the general area of the table and where Lawrence assumed the knife (which is still floating by his head) came from.
Michael visibly flinches when the knife goes sailing at Lawrence, blood running hot in his veins. Heâs already crouched into an attacking position and when Sean starts to get pelted, Michael canât sit on his ass and watch anymore.
Fucking Lawrence being a salty little shit and trying to take it out on Spoole. He was just trying to help! Michael thinks, feeling the anger broil in his stomach. His eyes swim in a beautiful sea of liquid gold and he growls, skin already becoming red and leathery.
âJames, get Spoole,â he bites out before running into the fray.Â
Mogar blocks out the rest of Lawrenceâs incessant stream of hardware, keeping them from destroying the already bruised Spoole. The beast catches the equipment and throws them harmlessly away, roaring at Lawrence for his incompetence. How dare this man try to cause chaos in his home?! This...
This will not be tolerated!
Mogar, with one meaty fist, grabs Lawrence by his leg and hurdles him to the carpeted floor. The man receives a mighty roar from Mogar and one fist rears back, seeming ready to punch Lawrence into the core of the Earth.Â
The fist rushes forward.
It stops midswing. Mogar seems conflicted, trying to eliminate the target distressing Michael but something seemed to be holding the being back. Mogar gives a sigh before heâs dismissed and itâs Michael hovering over Lawrence, buck naked, with his fist still ready to smack the tech god.
âYouâre stupid,â he growls before flicking the manâs nose and stepping back.
Lawrence watches Spoole with a tense jaw. More and more electronics began to float around him as he watched the kid flip a table. Immediately Lawrenceâs eyes were drawn the the electronics being thrown onto the ground and missed the man. Swearing, Lawrence kept a careful eye around the room in case Sean appeared out of no where.
A piece of metal slid under his feet and the man lifted just enough off the ground to where Sean couldnât easily access him. âCome out, come out, Sean. You canât hide forever you little thing.â There was a tornado of wires, gears, electronics and metal floating around Lawrence as his eyes scanned the room. He was paranoid at this point. The room was cluttered so much that the man could be hiding anywhere.
Taking a step forwards, pieces flew under Lawrenceâs feet so that he did not have to touch the ground. âCâmon, kiddo. Fight me.â
Sean clutches his chest, nails digging into his soft flesh. His heart was beating at the speed of light. Everything felt out of his control, he never meant for this to happen. God Spoole was so stupid, he shouldâve just fucking walked away. Now he was stuck with Lawrence, angry Lawrence who could cream him if he wanted to.Â
Spoole sucks in a deep breath and closed his eyes. He canât escape conflict this time, running away wouldnât help. He just has to end this. This is just another tussle in the countryside, his brothers probably got too rowdy. Now Sean has to end it.Â
Sean reopens his green eyes and runs out from his hiding spot, making a beeline for his discarded pants. The redhead slides into his pocket and drags out the familiar handle of his knife, pressing himself against the underside of his fallen table. He glances at the tornado, trying to find some pattern in the spinning electronics. God Lawrence... Sean desperately tries to find somewhere he can enter, hugging the knife tightly to his naked body.Â
There is an eye to the tornado, so he could always go for that. Sean suddenly grows to his normal height, the knife settled nicely in his hands. The blade slides cleanly out of its holster and Spoole only hesitates for a second before throwing the knife.Â
It flies through the whirlwind, embedding itself to a dismembered monitor inches from Lawrenceâs face. Sean never aimed to hurt Lawrence, but he sure as hell wanted to intimidate the man into stopping.
I grew up with a mother who had to hide who she was. She taught me from a young age to protect myself and hide who I really am. You have no idea how it feels.
The pieces fly closer to Lawrence, circling his hands as his anger begins to grow more and more.
Yes, useless! Oh wow. That means that your only use is to get information. At least I can fucking protect people and take people out if I need to. Scaring the shit out of everyone is needed if it means keeping them fucking safe!
You have no idea about me, Sean. I may have a large ego but thatâs because I can literally create things. I can fucking make anything I want with the things around me. So you can shutâŚthe fuckâŚ.up.
More computers break apart and circle him as his rage grows.
So fucking fight me, Spoole.
"You wanna fight?â Spoole asks, eyes never leaving Lawrence despite the swirling hurricane of ransacked technology. He was trapped, like a rabbit inside of a foxâs den. There was technology surrounding them, millions of could be missiles. This was Lawrenceâs element, throwing him into a pit of gears and wires and God he became the unholy deity of the place.
But there were stories of insane odds, rabbits kicking foxes in their faces and living to see another day. Well fine. Spoole was the little rabbit, the small trembling creature stuck in an angry Godâs realm... But he refused to bow down.
âLetâs fight,â he growled before grabbing the lip of his desk. He threw the thing onto its side, using the distraction to shrink away. All that remained were the redheadâs clothes, a heap on the ground as Sean fled towards one of the many nooks and crannies he found in the AH/FH office. He would try to find an opening in Lawrenceâs tornado, and then attack.