[That certainly gets a glare from Guzma. No one tells him anything, and he's about to tell Poe exactly that. As if the scowl on his face doesn't do the job already, but then Poe snaps his fingers. It's a strange sensation, like an immediate adrenaline rush that both pumps him up and relaxes him—almost like it gives him some sort of mental clarity. It's a rather strange feeling, because while Guzma is endlessly reckless and would seem the brave sort, a lot of what he does is out of an undercurrent of fear.
Fear he doesn't recognize as such, so when he's filled with a jolt of bravery like this, he's completely taken off guard. In a good way, mind you. That irritation seems to leave him, but his determination doesn't. Beyond feeling downright amazing, it certainly helps Guzma be a bit more open to the idea of having someone come along with him on his revenge scheme.]
I don't know what the hell you just did... but that's one hell of a power, and if you're as quick as you say...
[He glances towards Archie, then looks back to Poe.]
Fine—but don't get this twisted. This got nothing to do with you telling me shit, got it?
[ Hope. Bravery. That sort of thing. It's best not to explain it, just let Guzma feel it. Poe's already moving to go grab his carpet, he's not going to waste time. ]
You need to go, and I need to go, and that's all there is to it.
[ It doesn't have to be about him order Guzma around. He doesn't need to be the leader of this expedition. But he does need to be on it. ]
[Yeah, Guzma likes this. He likes this shit a lot. He's not really up for arguing, and what is there to argue anyway? They're both going to wreck Archer's shit, and that's that, right?]
I feel that, yo. [He nods his head, as he's heading out, looking over his shoulder at Poe.] Yeah I do. Dude's name is Archer. He's from mine and Archie's world, a real douche—not that I realized that his douchebaggery went this far, but it's fine.
Ain't nothin' I can't handle.
[With the spark going, and Guzma's hussle (the Spark putting some pep in Guizma's step), they'll be out of the hospital and on their way in no time. For all Guzma's far more calm because of the effects of that little buff of Poe's, doesn't mean he's any less eager to beat Archer's face in.]
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[That certainly gets a glare from Guzma. No one tells him anything, and he's about to tell Poe exactly that. As if the scowl on his face doesn't do the job already, but then Poe snaps his fingers. It's a strange sensation, like an immediate adrenaline rush that both pumps him up and relaxes him—almost like it gives him some sort of mental clarity. It's a rather strange feeling, because while Guzma is endlessly reckless and would seem the brave sort, a lot of what he does is out of an undercurrent of fear.
Fear he doesn't recognize as such, so when he's filled with a jolt of bravery like this, he's completely taken off guard. In a good way, mind you. That irritation seems to leave him, but his determination doesn't. Beyond feeling downright amazing, it certainly helps Guzma be a bit more open to the idea of having someone come along with him on his revenge scheme.]
I don't know what the hell you just did... but that's one hell of a power, and if you're as quick as you say...
[He glances towards Archie, then looks back to Poe.]
Fine—but don't get this twisted. This got nothing to do with you telling me shit, got it?
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[ Hope. Bravery. That sort of thing. It's best not to explain it, just let Guzma feel it. Poe's already moving to go grab his carpet, he's not going to waste time. ]
You need to go, and I need to go, and that's all there is to it.
[ It doesn't have to be about him order Guzma around. He doesn't need to be the leader of this expedition. But he does need to be on it. ]
You know who did this?
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[Yeah, Guzma likes this. He likes this shit a lot. He's not really up for arguing, and what is there to argue anyway? They're both going to wreck Archer's shit, and that's that, right?]
I feel that, yo. [He nods his head, as he's heading out, looking over his shoulder at Poe.] Yeah I do. Dude's name is Archer. He's from mine and Archie's world, a real douche—not that I realized that his douchebaggery went this far, but it's fine.
Ain't nothin' I can't handle.
[With the spark going, and Guzma's hussle (the Spark putting some pep in Guizma's step), they'll be out of the hospital and on their way in no time. For all Guzma's far more calm because of the effects of that little buff of Poe's, doesn't mean he's any less eager to beat Archer's face in.]