Jace squinted at the creature across the room. He seemed agitated by something. And quite violent. Oh so I get a hard one? Taking a step forward, Jace noticed that Jakobson was actually straining his eyes. What could bother him?
"Why so bewildered?" came his dark, low voice. "Is it...oh."
His gaze had wondered to the fluorescent lights. They really are a pain in the ass, aren't they? Walking over to the numerous switches on the wall, his hazmat suit thumping loudly, he switched off half of the lights in the room.
"That should do it. Feel better?"
Or not. The kid is a mess..
Well, forcing him to stand and take control of his body seemed useless. Jakobson really seemed to be in pain.
"Right. Let's cut the formalities. Call me Jace."
Thumping towards Jakobson, sighing slightly, he advanced until he was right beside the bed. If he had heard correctly, this boy had just spoken backwards.
Fascinating. I see why humans love to mess around so much.
As he observed him, Jace noticed that the experiment wanted to ask something. Backwards wouldn't work, but his intent staring gave away. There was one thing he was dying to try out though. The profile had mentioned something about 'Telekinesis'. A dream he had always dreamed as a child. But, ya gotta be nice.
"Oh. This suit is just for security measures. We don't want anyone to get hurt, now, do we?"
Jace slowly stretched out an arm to Jakobson, patiently waiting to see if he would swat it or shy away. If he was going to get him presentable for the common room, this seemingly crazy pain needs to be resolved first.
"Can I call you Flo?"