baby boy.

"y'know, chase, it's a good thing to know that's what makes you tick. if we ever want you to fly off the handle, all we ever have to do is mention that you're the bastard son. is that why you hate caleb? because he's the exact opposite?"

A sudden stop in his pacing is the only sign that he’s heard what the other has said. Head turns away, eyes burning holes into the wall before him.

"Don’t start with that, witchy.”

"awww. are you afraid of the truth?" now, he's just sounding like reid. he has to stop hanging around with him so much.

"my bad."

The way the other’s expression changes to form around his words, one’s meant to get him to lose that precious control his brothers must have taught him.

A snarl once again passes his lips without his knowledge. Eyes watch the movement like a hawk stalking its prey; Chase can feel the tension in his own body and see none of it in Tyler’s.

"And you see, Tyler ”

"Accidents happen."

"accidents happen, huh?" there's a snicker and a grin, eyes rolling at the mere concept of that sentence in whole.

"then you must be the biggest accident i've ever seen."

It’s so thrilling to watch hands struggle, to watch a heaving chest an hear rattling breaths that only seem to leave easily. Even with the curse sent his way, that sadistic smirk curls with greater satisfaction.

One down, three more to go.

He tsks, the sound sharp in the sudden quiet. A head shakes and lips part around another chilling bout of laughter. Chase’s hands tingle, and he desperately wants to test the newly gained power…

But wants to see Tyler grovel for his place as his trophy.

"Now now…Keep talking like that and I just might."

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it's harder to stand upright than he first planned. the boy doubles over to place hands on his knees and take a deep breath in through his nose and out his mouth. those words make his blood boil and they earn a slight shudder as well, eyes narrowed into a glare as he stand upright once again. "you're sick-- and caleb's never gonna let you get away with this..."

Chase gives a sneer around a smile, a light huff leaving him as he waits for…something more.

When he gets nothing else, he raises his hands in a show of frustration, pacing from the wall and shaking his head. "So Caleb’s some sort of… what? Counselor? As if the golden boy couldn’t get anymore golden.”

He snarls to himself, turning to face Tyler. One hand, after they had fallen to his sides, reaches up to point at him, features changing to one that resembles a cheshire cat.

"And yet…He’s the one, oh he’s the one who tells you you’re wrong. He’s the one controlling you ” ” Don’t you ever want to prove him wrong?”

tyler's keeping his cool better than usual, and this time chase gets a little snicker to match that childish grin. the younger rolls his eyes, paces around. he knows how to hand things like this. never give chase the satisfaction of being right.

"you see, chase..."

"i've never known caleb to be wrong."

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he isn’t looking at her like she’s a freak, but more so, like anyone else. a majority of people still frowned at her for doing what she did, but to the grand minority that had no idea, she was grateful. meant that, within time, she could probably come outside and look at the world without feeling eyes on her upon all hours of the day.

yet, considering the moment, it doesn’t matter; to see someone hosting general wonder towards her arm, she can’t deny how lovely it makes her feel. as if it is no longer just a limb, but a reminder of a life that has given her great joy and pride. she’s been through hell and back, so to note that someone else finds it appealing, is enough to tell her that, somewhere out there, things are alright.

”then, uh, call me jemma, and it’s nice to meet you too, tyler.” & yes, she is, in fact, blushing.

readily placing herself for the sudden disarming of her arm, does the brunette give him a nod of approval, as if one is even really needed. yet, she bit onto her lower lip once more, curious to know if he is capable of handling the weight of such a limb; perhaps it’s training, or maybe, she just wants to see him try for the sake of seeing someone like him do something that is over the top like so.

"here, gimme your hand," she moved to reach with cybernetic digits, steel blue hues on the other, "trust me for a minute, okay? promise not to bite.”

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intricate design draws out manual after manual, just like an index card in the back of his mind that he can pull out and use whenever he needs to. he takes the opportunity to glance back up when she says his name, grin returning as eyes take in that darkened blush that graces the woman's cheeks. of course, it makes him blush, too. tyler's not really what you'd call a 'ladies man' mostly because he's unnervingly quiet most of the time. aaand he can't speak to girls without saying something entirely creepy about ninety-five percent of the time. "oh--" he winces only slightly when he feels the cool metal against his skin, but he becomes quite accustomed to the touch after a few moments.

"if you say so--"

A sly grin creeps across darkened features, a hysterical laugh almost bubbling to the surface with delight at how easy some little kid was. He ought to have done this before, really. Would have saved him far much trouble.

There’s a mantra of 'keep going, keep going’ playing in his head. Chase can feel it, taste it, as it’s so close. He watches intently to the boy’s lips, anticipation growing as they mold around the last few words… This has got to be too good to be true. The way his body accepts this new power, albeit with the expected pain, is near exhilarating. Screw this little cult’s laws, he’d force every single one to do exactly this so the feeling of pure euphoria, pure power, is felt. When Chase is back to his surroundings, chest somewhat heaving, he’s not quite sure if what just happened truly occurred. Dark eyes land on the doubled-over form and suddenly, he knows it did. He knows he’s won against Tyler. There’s a sick pleasure to his words as he crouches, chuckling at the breathed words of the other. ”Little too late for ‘no’, don’t you think?”

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tyler can't remember ever feeling this weak in his entire life. his mind is reeling between unconsciousness and reality, eyes squeezing shut to try and rekindle the thinking process. the dark rings encircling blue eyes just add onto the death-like appearance in comparison with his already pale skin. he feels so sick. hands shake as he places them firmly on the ground and attempts to push himself to his feet. breaths come heavy, and he struggles more than previously expected. "f-fuck you--"

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Expression goes dark, eyes once again narrowing at the words of the other. Teeth clench and unclench repeatedly, holding back the rage he would normally unleash.

Lips curl in distaste as he almost spits the words at him. "It isn’t always about Caleb! Why don’t you think for yourself for a change.”

well, that hits hard. tyler immediately turns gaze to the ground, shoulders rising with the inhale, gracefully falling with the exhale.

"because i fuck up a lot, okay? i don't talk much because i always do shit wrong. you just don't understand. caleb helps me cope."

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the touch had her fingers curving inwards, a fist no sooner being created; it’s an involuntary movement, but it is made nonetheless. all the while, gaze reverted between his fingers and the metal. for sometime, she had wanted someone to touch and now, here she was, curious to know what more she can do without use of her voice. again and again, had she wanted one change to note his being, and yet, she has managed to do so by simply giving him her time and her attention.

with fist slowly disappearing does she shift about, her head turning to view him while nodding her head at his comments; a shame, really. he seems capable of a lot, and perhaps he has no idea what he’s capable of, but that doesn’t matter.

”i, uh, i want you to try and remove it.”

it may be a lot to ask, but the dismantling of it is too easy for her, and seeing progression, seeing someone push themselves to uncharted limits has the brunette grinning as she adjusts herself, gaze going to her arm til meeting his gaze. biting onto her lower lip, she nodded her head at the idea, and smirked; if he knew what he was doing then good. she wanted to see him try and enjoy it.

"i forgot to mention," she blushed at the thought, "i’m bucky, or jemma, whatever you prefer."

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he wasn't paying attention to notice that she was watching him, but tyler did shy away from the movement of mechanical fingers when they moved. he laughed at himself. how ridiculous to act so scared. carrying on. he took mental notes on what she requested, and with each one, diagrams of different tricks to do with the power built inside his mind, right at the front like an instructional guide. there seemed to be a book within his head, pages flipping with many familiar fluttering noises before he found the page he was looking for. sneaking to look at spells with reid wasn't really always a bad thing. magic always helped, even if it caused damage in the end. horrible, corrupted thinking. he disregarded those thoughts and moved along. focus lay on the upper portion of the limb, causing his upward glance to be quick, along with his genuinely welcoming grin. "bucky? that sounds cool. jemma's very pretty, though."

"i'm tyler. pleased to meet you."

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how did he not see this coming? chase was out to get them all, and while tyler figured he'd be the last to take down, this... is unexpected. and there's nothing he can do to stop himself before the words slip past his lips as easily as they are heard. "i-- i will you--" teeth bite down on bottom lip as he tries to stop himself, but with the force being pressed to his voice, the rest of the phrase tastes like poison as it slips off his tongue. "my... power...." unexpected instant pain, a volt of what feels like pure electricity flowing through his veins before it's like his life is literally being sucked from his very being. and the one time he wants to just die, he remains weak and doubled over on the ground.

"n-no--"

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"No. Not afraid. But if you insist “

Chase pushes himself away from the wall, eyebrows rising as he holds out his hands as if he were giving Tyler the infamously dull 'no tricks up my sleeve' gesture.

"Give it all you got, baby boy.”

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chase's voice has that suavely irritating ring to it that makes tyler want to deck him right in the nose. but, being the non-tempermental teen he is, the younger keeps his distance. caleb wouldn't approve of fighting. not like this. not with the power. "i would if i knew i wouldn't get my ass handed to me by caleb later."

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it’s actually kind of nice to see someone wanting to touch the cybernetic arm; for all she knows, it is there for a reason, and that reason has shifted from being a threat to society, to simply being there for the sake of a limb. so the moment he mentions touching it, does she nod her head, a smile gracing her features before nodding her head.

"i don’t see why not," she gave him a small shrug, and shrugged, “i mean, it’s a limb, so it’s gonna move and all that jazzy stuff, so, feel free to do whatever.”

another moment surpassed before bucky shifted her weight, fingers moving to roll up the rest of the sleeve. baring the red star, her gaze reverted towards the other, the less then obvious symbol displaying her old company as she readily glanced at the other. biting onto her lower lip, jemma shifted once again, awaiting for his move.

"so, uh, the other four, what can they do, and uh, i know it’s probably awkward, but feel free to touch it if you’d like. a majority of the time, i can only feel hard squeezes so, this, yeah, this would be fine …”

again, did she glance at the other, her lips tugging into the smallest of smiles. “and uh, yeah, give it a go, not like you’re gonna do anything wrong, and if you wanna, i plan on spray painting my arm tonight, so, yeah, taking it off is gonna happen either way, so your help would be great.”