"Why, you think I'm, what, damaging the merchandise?" Stan puts a hand on his hip and makes a face, maybe unconvinced, definitely unimpressed. As the concern fades, that unreal sound starts coming back into his voice. It's handy for being heard over all that screaming behind him. "Look, Sixer, it's-"
There's a screech behind him. He looks at his fist, kind of surprised it hadn't just magically continued to do its thing while he wasn't thinking about it, but that's all he has time for. An especially bad wave rocks the ship and Stan knows, doesn't question how, just knows, that it means the kraken's trying to get closer, in range to use more than just those tentacles. The beak, maybe. He knows that, but he can't do anything about it yet. All he's got time for is seeing the ship rock, and another tentacle - with all those barnacles crusted over it, sharp and deadly on their own, the huge suckers, the whole thing about as wide as his car, and that's the small end - it's heading straight for Ford. Again.
Well, who knows, there might be another one heading for him, too. He doesn't think about that. He just raises his hand again, "Oh no you don't," and tries something else. He tries to grab hold of Ford, this time. Maybe to move him out of the way, maybe just to protect him, somehow, he don't know. He doesn't know. He just does it.
(ooc: in the interests of not godmoding i think we can say bill's powers in a human body might be a bit wonky, so Ford can probably avoid the whole psychic grip thing by moving or getting behind something or any other way you like)
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There's a screech behind him. He looks at his fist, kind of surprised it hadn't just magically continued to do its thing while he wasn't thinking about it, but that's all he has time for. An especially bad wave rocks the ship and Stan knows, doesn't question how, just knows, that it means the kraken's trying to get closer, in range to use more than just those tentacles. The beak, maybe. He knows that, but he can't do anything about it yet. All he's got time for is seeing the ship rock, and another tentacle - with all those barnacles crusted over it, sharp and deadly on their own, the huge suckers, the whole thing about as wide as his car, and that's the small end - it's heading straight for Ford. Again.
Well, who knows, there might be another one heading for him, too. He doesn't think about that. He just raises his hand again, "Oh no you don't," and tries something else. He tries to grab hold of Ford, this time. Maybe to move him out of the way, maybe just to protect him, somehow, he don't know. He doesn't know. He just does it.
(ooc: in the interests of not godmoding i think we can say bill's powers in a human body might be a bit wonky, so Ford can probably avoid the whole psychic grip thing by moving or getting behind something or any other way you like)