[ For all his strength and power, Apollo is just as susceptible to mindtricks as anyone else. Magic, sound, telepathy - these are things that no amount of solar energy can shield him from. And so when the music comes (and doesn't go away) there's nothing to punch, no-one to throw against the wall. Not that are guilty, anyway.
He walks the decks because he has to; he has to move, to roam, to pace their grimy confines because there isn't much else to do. Apollo hates it, this useless restless energy that has no outlet other than mindless movement. They - the collective 'they' of the entire station - shouldn't just be sitting around. Drinking. Playing games. Making stupid network posts. They should be doing something. Doing something to get themselves all of this station once and for all. And maybe if this fucking music would just stop then they might be able to actually think--
The door - Kovacs's door - spins off it's hinges and rebounds roughly off Apollo's shoulder, cutting him off mid-thought. It takes more than a door to knock Apollo off course but he still staggers a little, more surprised than hurt. ]
What the hell, Kovacs? [ Apollo stares at the door, then at Kovacs. Naked Kovacs. He makes a profound effort to keep his eyes up. ]
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He walks the decks because he has to; he has to move, to roam, to pace their grimy confines because there isn't much else to do. Apollo hates it, this useless restless energy that has no outlet other than mindless movement. They - the collective 'they' of the entire station - shouldn't just be sitting around. Drinking. Playing games. Making stupid network posts. They should be doing something. Doing something to get themselves all of this station once and for all. And maybe if this fucking music would just stop then they might be able to actually think--
The door - Kovacs's door - spins off it's hinges and rebounds roughly off Apollo's shoulder, cutting him off mid-thought. It takes more than a door to knock Apollo off course but he still staggers a little, more surprised than hurt. ]
What the hell, Kovacs? [ Apollo stares at the door, then at Kovacs. Naked Kovacs. He makes a profound effort to keep his eyes up. ]
What's wrong with you?