Klaus is staring at the tattoos on his hands when Luther hoists him up and brings him back to the present. It's just like old times, really. The fantastic five back together, knocking heads and taking names. Which means it's time for him to pull his weight.
"One-" He calls to Luther, as easy as sliding into a second skin. "I think I've got an idea- it might sound crazy, but-" He's cut off by a sudden shriek, an inhuman sort of wail like dragging nails down a chalkboard.
"CHRIST, behind you-!" He moves, quick, fast, ducking around Luther's arm to hold up his hands like it's a command. "Stop-" Is it just him, or are his hands glowing blue?
... Is it just him, or did the thing wearing tattered clothing and sunken eyes... actually listen to his command?
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It's just like old times, really. The fantastic five back together, knocking heads and taking names. Which means it's time for him to pull his weight.
"One-" He calls to Luther, as easy as sliding into a second skin.
"I think I've got an idea- it might sound crazy, but-" He's cut off by a sudden shriek, an inhuman sort of wail like dragging nails down a chalkboard.
"CHRIST, behind you-!" He moves, quick, fast, ducking around Luther's arm to hold up his hands like it's a command.
"Stop-" Is it just him, or are his hands glowing blue?
... Is it just him, or did the thing wearing tattered clothing and sunken eyes... actually listen to his command?