[He's about ready to laugh at the guy annoyed on the ground below, when the game itself changes. The same gravity that he's been abusing turns around and betrays him in a way he was completely unprepared for.]
What's this feeling?
[In another world, Tetsuo himself visits a satellite, high above the earth's atmosphere. But there, he was expecting it enough to instantly maneuver through a no gravity environment. Here, it's much more of a surprise. He'd been holding himself perfectly still in direct defiance of gravity, not pushing or pulling towards an object or a place his eyes locked onto. Gravity itself shifts to a different point in the air, and suddenly his body's telling his brain something different than his eyes see. Confusion takes hold, and he drifts around in a circle, pulling loose from the chair.]
What the hell?!
[His hands grip his prize firmly, teeth gritted as he tries to swing back to it. He's too high up to just grab the ground easily. The sky and ground trade places on the horizon and his stomach's drifting the opposite way than it should; fighting off vague nausea and vertigo leeches concentration from his powers. He can't spare any to lock the chair to him with his abilities, holding onto it with his hands.
Tetsuo is not physically a strong person. All of his power and threat comes solely from his mental abilities. Make that difficult, and suddenly there's a decent chance at snatching the chair back.]
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What's this feeling?
[In another world, Tetsuo himself visits a satellite, high above the earth's atmosphere. But there, he was expecting it enough to instantly maneuver through a no gravity environment. Here, it's much more of a surprise. He'd been holding himself perfectly still in direct defiance of gravity, not pushing or pulling towards an object or a place his eyes locked onto. Gravity itself shifts to a different point in the air, and suddenly his body's telling his brain something different than his eyes see. Confusion takes hold, and he drifts around in a circle, pulling loose from the chair.]
What the hell?!
[His hands grip his prize firmly, teeth gritted as he tries to swing back to it. He's too high up to just grab the ground easily. The sky and ground trade places on the horizon and his stomach's drifting the opposite way than it should; fighting off vague nausea and vertigo leeches concentration from his powers. He can't spare any to lock the chair to him with his abilities, holding onto it with his hands.
Tetsuo is not physically a strong person. All of his power and threat comes solely from his mental abilities. Make that difficult, and suddenly there's a decent chance at snatching the chair back.]