Seethe

[thebeastwithout]

[phone]
That's it.

[It is the day after his encounter with Tara. Beast Boy slams a fist down on a table. Given that it is a gorilla fist, it breaks.]

I've had it. I'm sick of this. I just did this. I just did this! Three months and we were finally friends again!  I'm not going through this... this crap. This is crap. This is bull. Crap. [This sounds like the first time someone has ever said anything harsher than heck.] I don't know what you guys are gonna do, but I'm not letting some crappy fake doctor do this kind of thing to my friends!

Starfire, Raven. We're still the Teen Titans, Robin or not. You guys in or out?

I'm gonna be at the dairy. I'm getting to that machine and I'm fixing it. I hope whichever one of you bozos went in and blew it up is happy.

[Yeah, that's right. He said bozo. What're you gonna do about it, huh?]

[action, dairy]
[Once again, there is a Tyrannosaurus Rex on the loose in Mayfield.  This time, it pounds itself against the walls repeatedly, a desperate, kamikaze effort.  Beast Boy is not one to give in to his bestial urges.  There is nothing feral in this methodical battering except insofar as a man may be so enraged as to lose all that distinguishes him from an animal.

This will continue until he is droned.
Or... until after an hour has passed, when he slowly shrinks back into a skinny, green-skinned, pointy-eared kid, sinks to his knees and tries not to cry in pain, rage and despair.]

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[thebeastwithout]

[Oh great. It was the sociopath. He is too angry and unfocused to do anything except vaguely acknowledge the presence of Jormungandr in the back of his mind; that he was watching him seemed inconsequential.

The T. Rex roars before it transforms into a much larger Apatosaurus. The tail swings back and slowly builds up momentum before smashing into the building with a force of several tons.

...Nothing happens.]

[midgardserpent]

[Huh. That's kind of interesting.

But nothing's going to get done at this rate, it's kind of useless.

So Jormungandr steps forward and holds out a hand and shakes his head.]

[thebeastwithout]

[Sociopath getting in his way what the holy crap his color is green but all he sees is red... There is more than a brief moment when he considers stepping forward, pretending not to have seen this man from his height of 26 feet, and crushing him or kicking him out of the way.

...

Instead, he shrinks. And breathes. His shoulders heave as his breath comes out in spurts.]

What.

What?

[midgardserpent]

[He shrugs.]

It's not working.

[thebeastwithout]

Cool.

Thanks.

I totally thought the door was already wide open.

Any other thoughts?

[midgardserpent]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Save your energy.

[thebeastwithout]

For what?

[His words comes out in a hiss.]

What is there left? You think they'll just... come out and challenge us to a duel? What else is there left to do?

[midgardserpent]

[He sighs and rolls his eyes.]

Wasting your energy on something that won't work. Save it for something that will.

[He pauses a moment, considering.]

Wait for the right moment.

[thebeastwithout]

Yeah.

Let's wait til we've all been operated on and we've all lost a few body parts and we all hate our friends.

When has anything ever worked?

[midgardserpent]

[He shrugs and steps back.]

Go ahead. Bash your head for nothing.

[thebeastwithout]

...I will. And I'll like it.

[Screw you, man. Beast Boy doesn't even have anything clever to say to that. He turns into a rhino, headbutts the door, then bounces back as a kid again.]

Geez! You're the one snapping drones' neck cause you're in a crappy mood; you should be all in favor of this.

[midgardserpent]

[He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.]

One.

And that was...

[He snorts.]

Complicated.

[thebeastwithout]

...
...
...

I'm sick of this. I don't want to be here anymore.

[For all his heroism, Beast Boy is still 14 years old. There is a dull tone of anguish in his voice as he continues to stare at Jormungadr and continues to breathe like he can hardly get any air at all.

He doesn't know what he's expecting this person to say, but somehow, it is better that he say this to someone for whom he has no affection than even the closest of his friends.]

What am I supposed to do?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr is not the person to be asking for advice.

He's never had to give advice before. This is the most he's spoken. Ever. He's losing interest.

But he shrugs and answers anyway.]

Be patient, attack when it is right.

[thebeastwithout]

You just said that.

[That was apparently not what he was looking for. Beast Boy's fists ball up as his body trembles.]

I'm not sitting around and waiting for someone else to get things done. I'm a hero. I'm going to fix this. That's what I do.

[midgardserpent]

[He shrugs again.]

Do what you want. I won't stop you.

[thebeastwithout]

[Beast Boy stares silently for some long moments before he transforms back into a rhino, his expression betraying nothing.

Thud.
Thud.
Thud.]

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr steps back out of the way and watches for a little bit before starting to head off again.]