Tucker hadn't been there the day Wash had inadvertently shown the Reds and Blues the vocal amplifiers in their helmets, and he'd never really bothered to make sure Tucker had learned about his. For...reasons. Either illusory Tucker had figured it out, or the Entity had just given the illusion Thaumaturgy; either way, that's a distraction in and of itself.
Bold of the Juilliard dropout to assume that Wash wouldn't just ignore Tucker's shitty dick jokes, like he always does.
The grief and desperation in the air are something else, and for a moment Wash staggers, feeling them resonate with the all-encompassing horror he'd been suppressing since the day he'd arrived in Faerun - that his entire home dimension was gone - that he'd lost everyone important to him again - that there were no more second chances -
But this isn't the first time he's had to deal with someone else's emotions in his head. He'll never be grateful to Epsilon for the experience, but right now, it's helping him shake off the ambient hell.
And he goes right back to sassing his opponent, because this is what he does.
"OH I'M SORRY, ARE YOU SCARED? CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS A LITTLE TOO MUCH TO HANDLE?"
He waves a hand forward and detonates the biggest fireball he can manage right at the base of the cyclone.
Tucker's is perfect and I'm dying
Bold of the Juilliard dropout to assume that Wash wouldn't just ignore Tucker's shitty dick jokes, like he always does.
The grief and desperation in the air are something else, and for a moment Wash staggers, feeling them resonate with the all-encompassing horror he'd been suppressing since the day he'd arrived in Faerun - that his entire home dimension was gone - that he'd lost everyone important to him again - that there were no more second chances -
But this isn't the first time he's had to deal with someone else's emotions in his head. He'll never be grateful to Epsilon for the experience, but right now, it's helping him shake off the ambient hell.
And he goes right back to sassing his opponent, because this is what he does.
"OH I'M SORRY, ARE YOU SCARED? CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS A LITTLE TOO MUCH TO HANDLE?"
He waves a hand forward and detonates the biggest fireball he can manage right at the base of the cyclone.
"GOOD."