Delsin follows after him. "Shit, awesome," he breathes. He just hopes this works. His people need him, and if he's lost neon and video, he can almost guarantee he's lost concrete, too, and. He's not sure he can deal with that.
They make their way to the electronics shop and he looks at the TVs. They're set up, right against the glass. So easy to feel, except . . . he can't. He presses his hand to the glass and focuses. The pixels on the screen seem to pop a little, and Delsin feels something shove against his hand: an invisible concussive force that is his own powers, denying him access to something he can't control.
He feels his stomach drop, and he's so fucking tempted to punch the glass in rage. Instead, he turns and fires a heavy smoke shot at a nearby trashcan, sending it a good ten feet into the air. It lands with a heavy clang and rolls into the street.
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They make their way to the electronics shop and he looks at the TVs. They're set up, right against the glass. So easy to feel, except . . . he can't. He presses his hand to the glass and focuses. The pixels on the screen seem to pop a little, and Delsin feels something shove against his hand: an invisible concussive force that is his own powers, denying him access to something he can't control.
He feels his stomach drop, and he's so fucking tempted to punch the glass in rage. Instead, he turns and fires a heavy smoke shot at a nearby trashcan, sending it a good ten feet into the air. It lands with a heavy clang and rolls into the street.