I will cut the cloth from their eyes

They sit in their pristine chairs, blindfolds of gold and clean cloth obscuring their sight to the world around them. I will cut the cloth from their eyes with my blade. (Indepndent RP blog for Core, The Evolution's Emmisary. Acolyte of Viktor, and the Glorious Evolution. NSFW compatible (blood, gore, violence), singleship, multiverse/AU

[ask-zyra-thecuriousflower]

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[the-glorious-evolution-fanart]

Viktor wearing gloves that you blow and become muscles just like that episode in Spongebob Squarepants

Why

[progenitorviktor]

"It is good to see you up and about sir."

“GOOD!? How can say that at a time like this! There is absolutely nothing GOOD about this. Have you been paying attention? There is word of a new mech!! A sentient one!”

“They’re supposed to be MINE and MINE ALONE! Why am I cursed to live a life full of thieves and stolen ideas. Insufferable!”

@evolutionemissary  (Satire. Mecha Sion. I cry.)

[evolutionemissary]

“Another thievery?

Shall I grab the crate again?”

[askpiltoverjayce]

"Look who came crawling out of their ivory tower." He hissed, hopping off a crate he had used as a seat. "I hope you aren't here to repeat the same mistake and expect different results."

Jayce had felt eyes on him but didn’t consider exactly whose they belonged to until that shrill voice led the Hero’s gaze straight to one of his more recent favorite acquaintances. And by favorite, he meant not at all near his own person and far away back in Zaun. “Ah.” The sound came before hot breath pressing against grit teeth. “You do realize that you picked the fight last time. Isn’t this all a little beyond an acolyte to be fighting me? I’m surprised he’s let you do this.” 

The man’s head cocked as he stared into the shadow. “… Or are you here of your own will? Curious? You obviously want something from me. You keep coming back, so what is it?”

@evolutionemissary

[evolutionemissary]

askpiltoverjayce:

Sure, to any other person Jayce’s argument could prove good enough to any other…

But this was not any other person…

Core sneered with just as much vigor as the Defender did, arms crossed with a stubborn will. “That’s because you would have wasted that crystal! It was crucial, and it would have halted the next steps to a stop.” He huffed through the gas mask, glaring at Jayce. “We all do what we have to do, Defender. It is not greed if it is for the greater good. That’s merely the window your government has it viewed through.”

Core didn’t seem to be attacking, or show any signs of a rising physical hostility. He stood firm, arms crossed, and nothing more. Agitated, sure, but they both were at this point. Which just allowed Core to get even more snippy with the Piltovian.

[askpiltoverjayce]

An audible suck of Jayce’s teeth echoed through the alleyway as he listened to the heavily indoctrinated acolyte continue on his way. Even with his babble of wasting the crystal, Jayce noticed the shadow had not moved from his initial greeting point. In a way, it was a relief to the Piltovian knowing that the other showed no intention of starting any form of physical violence. A quiet mental note crossed the man’s thoughts knowing that the acolyte was not always bite and sometimes bark.

“You do realize that I am hardly on good terms with my government, right?” Jayce said shaking his head, indifferent to Core’s accusation. “I made the choice to confront your leader while the statesmen shot me down.” His sight ever locked on the other as he spoke. “And as you say… I felt it was for the greater good.” 

The inventor took a deep breath and eased his face, softening his stance and widening his feet. “Look…” He sighed pressing two fingers into his temple. “I know you probably think you’re doing the right thing and hell– I did too when I went to Zaun but do you really think a man that cut off his own limbs and talks about encasing the world in metal has everyone’s best interests at mind?” Jayce was desperate for anything out of the acolyte aside from mindless ranting about the evolution. Any sign that a person still existed in the shadow. Though he held his reserved opinions against Zaunites or Viktor’s acolytes, there had always been a hint of sympathy for them both. 

“What happens if they say no to the evolution? You kill them? Isn’t that counter-productive? Beasts from the void… I mean… really– take a look at your environment and tell me that isn’t in the slightest… questionable.”

[evolutionemissary]

Core listened to him, quietly taking in all the information. And then...

He sat down on top of a crate within the alleyway.

Perhaps Jayce had managed it this one time, but Core seemed to relax a little. He was still on his guard, but neither of them were going anywhere soon. Despite his reasoning, and his explanation, it didn’t stop him. If any, it only sprung more questions. “Then you understand!” He says, arms up to gesture its significance.

“We all understand how the governments chain us down like cattle. To deny our right to fight, to science, to have us at gunpoint and put us down like stray mutts.” Perhaps Jayce didn’t relate on that last part, but Core certainly knew the feeling. 

“Questioning evolution is pointless. Evolution has been occurring for centuries. How can this be any different. When the predator’s coat does not turn white for the winter, it cannot catch its prey and dies of starvation. It either adapts, or dies. How is this any different. I’ve not only taken a look at my environment, but I was born it. I know it far better than you can.”

He hunched a bit, his cloak covering his body. Piltover’s climate was... Different. All the gas emission had made Zaun a rather warm place, and winter still had its foot in the door. “And what of the beasts? They’re fine resources to be capitalized on. On top of that, it’s one less creature looking out for the destruction of our world. That’s doing you all a favor.”

[askpiltoverjayce]

"Look who came crawling out of their ivory tower." He hissed, hopping off a crate he had used as a seat. "I hope you aren't here to repeat the same mistake and expect different results."

Jayce had felt eyes on him but didn’t consider exactly whose they belonged to until that shrill voice led the Hero’s gaze straight to one of his more recent favorite acquaintances. And by favorite, he meant not at all near his own person and far away back in Zaun. “Ah.” The sound came before hot breath pressing against grit teeth. “You do realize that you picked the fight last time. Isn’t this all a little beyond an acolyte to be fighting me? I’m surprised he’s let you do this.” 

The man’s head cocked as he stared into the shadow. “… Or are you here of your own will? Curious? You obviously want something from me. You keep coming back, so what is it?”

@evolutionemissary

[evolutionemissary]

“Silence,” he climbed down from his perch, eyes narrowed with spite and disgust for the other being. He did not need to know that Viktor may not have necessarily allowed or approved of him finding and assaulting the Defender, but the assassin was compelled to. There was something about him that made his blood boil. Perhaps it was the disgusting life of luxury, or the overshadowing of Viktor and his studies.

He knew what it was like to be overshadowed overall.

“I’m here because you are still blind.” He hissed, keeping his distance. “Why do you continue with this? Why do you continue to fight against the Herald and us all? Don’t you see the damage you are causing?”

[askpiltoverjayce]

A scoff left the lips the Hero as he kept focused eyes on the confirmed acolyte of the Machine Herald, amused by his command for the Piltovian to hold his tongue. Jayce’s moment of brief enjoyment faltered as his attention was quickly taken hold of by the emissary’s prodding questions. 

“Continue?” He mouthed before almost laughing. He shook his head, dumbfounded by the situation he was in. The inventor closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose knowing full well he would either fight this man or actually be able pull a conversation out of him. He would try for the later, even if his gut disagreed with it.

“To put it plainly…” He began, opening his eyes to return reaffirmed eyes upon Core. “I didn’t start any of what is happening. Matter a fact, had it not been for your precious Herald attacking me, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” The inventor said snidely, gesturing his hand wildly. Jayce’s expression had dropped from a half-smile to an almost grimace by the end of his sentence. “I wouldn’t probably have a care about your evolution, but your glorious leader made it personal and couldn’t control his greed. So whatever ‘damage’ that may follow– Just keep in mind that there could’ve been a possibility that you wouldn’t have to screech at me from your perch like you so love to do apparently.” 

[evolutionemissary]

Sure, to any other person Jayce’s argument could prove good enough to any other...

But this was not any other person...

Core sneered with just as much vigor as the Defender did, arms crossed with a stubborn will. “That’s because you would have wasted that crystal! It was crucial, and it would have halted the next steps to a stop.” He huffed through the gas mask, glaring at Jayce. “We all do what we have to do, Defender. It is not greed if it is for the greater good. That’s merely the window your government has it viewed through.”

Core didn’t seem to be attacking, or show any signs of a rising physical hostility. He stood firm, arms crossed, and nothing more. Agitated, sure, but they both were at this point. Which just allowed Core to get even more snippy with the Piltovian.

[askpiltoverjayce]

The only thing that could be heard in the upstairs bathroom is an unexpected and loud clutter of collapsing objects, followed by ranting and cursing. Oh no...

// I’ll turn u into scrap, u shit.

[askpiltoverjayce]

There was nothing that could prepare the Hero for saying goodbye to those that stood with him in this losing battle. With every step they took, with every breath they struggled to breathe through ash and smoke, the Hero knew where his path would take him. And here, he was separated from those that also knew this same truth. He would continue alone. With one final look, it was all it took to solidify the understanding between the soldier he had called partner in the world before this hell. Maurice knew all to well what that nod meant, Jayce was sure of it. Yet his lips parted and through the helmet’s distortion, his voice came through the com. 

“Mr. Shields…?” The Piltovian’s voice so horribly unlike his own with that golden helmet on his head. “Yes?” He heard the man faintly reply.

“It was a pleasure to work with you…” He said so tenderly as he gripped the shape of the Mercury Hammer with firm hands. “… One last time.” And that was it. His jaw began to shake and his eyes shuttered closed as he nodded once more towards his former partner and took off into the depths of where he knew the Machine Herald– No, the Creator hid. He was not a social celebrity that the people adored, no. Today, he was Piltover’s hero and he would sure as hell try to finish this the way he had before. 

One. Swing…

At a time.

// @ask-the-purifier , @argentoutlander , @empoweredqstacks

[timeshatterer-deactivated201607]

Core slowly walked towards the mural of the children, eyes briefly looking at the candle and tags placed everywhere. He came to a halt, his human and non-augmented hand reaching out to run a finger on the dry acrylic of Ajuna. "Interesting..." He mumbled under his breath, looking at all the face. A memorial perhaps? He wasn't sure, many things about Zaun was still new to him.

Something felt… Off. Ekko wasn’t very attuned to the magic that resided in the world around him, but he was sure that something was wrong at this moment. 

But where? And what should – or could he do? He couldn’t create a checkpoint of this timeline, so to speak, as it felt like the bad thing was already happening, but he wasn’t nearly as strong without the Zero-Drive.

Sighing, he shook his head. He was probably overreacting yet again.

Still, it couldn’t possibly hurt to check on the mural, could it?

evolutionemissary

[evolutionemissary]

Core slowly nodded to his answer. “That is interesting. That is a design I have never heard of before.” He said, collecting his things. “I wonder how that would affect wildlife. Plants are living organisms, it could have an affect on the environment if industrially manufactured.” He began putting the blades back into their pockets and holsters. The utility belt was being filled up once more, as he put it back on around his waist.

He turned to face him, “You look tense. Your body language shows caution.” He turns his body to face him, putting the second utility belt across his chest. “I am not going to be hostile unless I have a valid reason to be.” His cloak formed around his body once more, making him nothing but one mass and a hooded head.

“I never got your name before, did I?” He asked, brow raised. “I am Core. Who are you?”

[timeshatterer-deactivated201607]

“O-of ‘course I’m tense right now! You j-just lay down all these weapons in front of my face then showed me an arm that was probably made by Viktor! That guy wants to make everyone into a freakin’ robot! I do not want to be a robot! Neither do any of my friends!”

Ekko took a deep breath, then exhaled.

Then another, and another.

‘Breathe. He’s definitely going to want to attack you if you make random assumptions about him. You can defend yourself. There’s no need to panic. You’re fine.’

His hands went to his face, and he rubbed his eyes, sighing loudly.

“Sorry. I– Ugh.” He lowered his hands once more, looking at Core with a slightly frustrated expression on his face. “I shouldn’t make assumptions like that. Can I– Can I try that again? I’m Ekko.” He stuck his hand out, trying his hardest to stop it from shaking. “This mural’s really important to me, hence my, uh, kinda awful reaction. It’s– It’s nice to meetcha.”

[evolutionemissary]

To say he wasn’t insulted by his outburst would be a lie.

While he certainly did take offense, he held no point in beating up a hoodlum child of all things. At least he was not blind to the cruelties of wealth, or at least that was a safe assumption to say. His eyes narrowed softly, before a soft sigh escaped through the holes of his gas mask.

“I understand your fear. It is a fear of replacement, no?” He said, his head tilted. “Replacing who you believe to be?” It could perhaps not be a surprise that Ekko’s own assumptions could be correct. “I do understand what it’s like.” He didn’t move any closer, he stayed right where he was. “You simply just do not understand what the Herald wants for us. He gave me a second chance, and saved my life.” His head turns towards the mural, glancing at all the faces. “He can save many more...”

He looks back to him, shaking his head. “You will understand, I’m sure.”

[communistofzaun-deactivated2021]

"Herald." The young, but dedicated acolyte walks forward, clutching his robot arm. "I believe my arm needs to be calibrated, yet I do not quite remember the steps to do so." He stands tall, most of his body hid under his torn and raggedy cloak. "If am not taking up your valuable time, could you perhaps fix it? I'll be sure to learn how to do so from you and not bother you about it again, if that will help."

There was no immediate reply from the Herald. The man was folded over an augment he was already working on, carefully using various tools to work with the wiring that would be hidden beneath the steel shell. While it seemed as if he was ignoring the Acolyte, he did finally reply.

“You aren’t, really.” He commented, finally unfolding himself from over the augmentation, and setting down his tools, hand slipping to the side to grab a rag that rested nearby, already stained with oil spots from dirty hands that have been wiped on it before. 

Well, he was, honestly. He was interrupting him, however, what else was new? Luckily this was something he could easily step away from, however. The man is just fortunate it was not one of Viktor’s personal augments he ad been working on, otherwise he might have been sent to sit and wait with his damaged augment. 

“What damage was done to it, or do you not know what needs to be fixed in it?” The Herald immediately inquired, setting the dirtied rag aside once his hands were tidied. Orange optics immediately began to examine the cradled arm, looking for immediate damage. Readings of possibilities began to flash before his eyes. If it was too much of a fix, however, it would wait. While he did not mind helping people briefly, he did not like setting any more than perhaps half an hour out of his own work to tend to others.

“I presume you are aware there are many other technicians who can help you with this, no?” It was rare that the technicians Viktor had trained could not solve simple repair-problems, though if it were the case that they could not, they typically sent the Acolyte to him with a paper detailing why they couldn’t solve it. 

But again, how often did the ideal line of work ever fall through? If he couldn’t solve this Acolyte’s problem in a decent period of time, he’d send him to a technician. Plenty would be more than willing to solve the problem. It wasn’t like  he, or his other with augments, were always expected to know exactly how to fix them.

[evolutionemissary]

Core stayed quiet, despite the Herald’s decision of brief ignoring. Part of him wanted to speak up and make sure if he had heard him, but he did not want to bother him so greatly while he was huddled over his work. He looked around briefly, wondering if something was going on. It wasn’t until he spoke that he turned his attention back to the Herald.

His eyes widened slightly, “There is no damage... At least, no combat damage.” He briefly looked away, in slight embarrassment. “I was just doing my usual cleaning of the interior and exterior, but perhaps I may have... Undone a few things without knowing. Coding, wiring, something, I’m not quite sure.”

He felt foolish in front of the Herald, but at least he had the courage to confront him about his mistakes. On top of that, he felt uneasy around the technicians. The only one he could feel that he could truly trust was the Herald himself. He did save him from a life on the streets, he felt indebted to him, and only him.

“I am... Aware.” His trust issues was most likely not something he would openly admit to. He didn’t wish to unintentionally insult or be unappreciative in the Herald’s decisions in terms of who he hired as technicians. “I greatly apologize if this is a disturbance to your work. I just wished a calibration for the movements of my fingers, and I promise not to bother you with it ever again. I understand you are busy.”

Part of him felt foolish. He didn’t wish to directly look at the Herald, being in this state of vulnerability with the skills he was brought up with. He felt like he should’ve known better, or be smart enough to do this on his own.

[askpiltoverjayce]

"Look who came crawling out of their ivory tower." He hissed, hopping off a crate he had used as a seat. "I hope you aren't here to repeat the same mistake and expect different results."

Jayce had felt eyes on him but didn’t consider exactly whose they belonged to until that shrill voice led the Hero’s gaze straight to one of his more recent favorite acquaintances. And by favorite, he meant not at all near his own person and far away back in Zaun. “Ah.” The sound came before hot breath pressing against grit teeth. “You do realize that you picked the fight last time. Isn’t this all a little beyond an acolyte to be fighting me? I’m surprised he’s let you do this.” 

The man’s head cocked as he stared into the shadow. “… Or are you here of your own will? Curious? You obviously want something from me. You keep coming back, so what is it?”

@evolutionemissary

[evolutionemissary]

“Silence,” he climbed down from his perch, eyes narrowed with spite and disgust for the other being. He did not need to know that Viktor may not have necessarily allowed or approved of him finding and assaulting the Defender, but the assassin was compelled to. There was something about him that made his blood boil. Perhaps it was the disgusting life of luxury, or the overshadowing of Viktor and his studies.

He knew what it was like to be overshadowed overall.

“I’m here because you are still blind.” He hissed, keeping his distance. “Why do you continue with this? Why do you continue to fight against the Herald and us all? Don’t you see the damage you care causing?”

[waywardaristocrat]

“Oh those usually happens before the new year starts.”

She thought about it, however there was still time. After all, like it or not, she would have to attend one of the royal parties sooner or later.

“I do believe family comes first? Even the nobles try to stick to that tradition.”

[evolutionemissary]

“Ah yes, families.”

He forgot about those.

“Well I hope for the best, despite our past differences.”

[waywardaristocrat]

“Don’t you have one to celebrate this day with?”

She did not really forget about their past differences, however she had no ill intentions with asking.

[evolutionemissary]

“I do not really mingle with other acolytes, and Viktor is busy himself. I gave him his gift, sent my regards, and left him to his work.” He said with a shrug. “I do not really have a family either. In short, no I do not.”

He looked at her for a moment, brow raised. “... Don’t you?”

[waywardaristocrat]

“I wish you all a pleasant Snowdown evening. I do hope you have someone special to spend it with.”

“And to all of those that don’t? Well I wish you a pleasant evening just like any other. There is more to this holiday than just celebration.”

[evolutionemissary]

“Likewise ma’am. I’m sure the good spirits will come your way.”

“Shouldn’t someone like yourself be getting for some sort of high class event? I’m surprised that you wouldn’t be there already.”

[waywardaristocrat]

“Oh those usually happens before the new year starts.”

She thought about it, however there was still time. After all, like it or not, she would have to attend one of the royal parties sooner or later.

“I do believe family comes first? Even the nobles try to stick to that tradition.”

[evolutionemissary]

“Ah yes, families.”

He forgot about those.

“Well I hope for the best, despite our past differences.”

[waywardaristocrat]

“I wish you all a pleasant Snowdown evening. I do hope you have someone special to spend it with.”

“And to all of those that don’t? Well I wish you a pleasant evening just like any other. There is more to this holiday than just celebration.”

[evolutionemissary]

“Likewise ma’am. I’m sure the good spirits will come your way.”

“Shouldn’t someone like yourself be getting for some sort of high class event? I’m surprised that you wouldn’t be there already.”

[goodknight2sdae]

witness me

[suqling]

[ask-sivir]

askcuratorofthesands

[argentoutlander]

Had Maury not been paying attention, he may have wind up bumping into someone. Core turned as their shoulders collided, the robotic limb of his perhaps bumping too hard into the Piltover man. He turned his head, hood up and gas mask on, as he smeared at him. His cloak covered up his entire body, making him a walking mass of cloth, as he turned the corner of the street. In a place like a Piltover, he dangerously stood out like a sore thumb.

He was absentminded, busy trying to head home before his back pain grew too bad for him to deal with. Maurice did not want to be stuck in public while his aching spine had him near a point of being bedridden. And then the unmistakable feeling of a limb far heavier than a fleshy one struck him, someone who was obviously Zaunite bumping into him. The contact was a bit harsh and caused his back to throb–seemingly sensitive to every touch his body recieved yet the soldier’s face would nto betray his pain, silver eyes narrowed at the cloaked man before him.

“Who are you and why are you in Piltover, Zaunite…?“ 

[argentoutlander]

evolutevolutionemissary:

“This is not your city state.” He said, head turning slightly. He let out a small “hmph” of a sound as he continued to walk away. “Just because you live in it does not mean it is yours. If anything, you’re the city state’s possession if you’re the one paying to live in it. If anyone is dangerous here, it would be you. You’re quick to judge and discriminate, certainly such behaviors could get many innocents into unneeded trouble, no?” At this point, he kept walking, it was up to Maury to decide if he would continue to do so. However, he would do his best to shake the man off. To do so with physical force would be efficient, but unwise. “I have no intent on harming, but if you keep pestering, you’ll give me a valid reason.” He said, practically ignoring the soldier at this point. argentoutlander

The soldier’s hues narrowed considerably and it was absentmindedly that the man would take graceful steps to follow the Zaunite, if only out of curiosity. “It is my home, and you must pay to live anywhere. It is not discrimination as much as caution. Considering Piltover’s worst events have been at the hands of Zaunites, the concern is not unwarranted. A little caution can prevent a terrible occurrence.” A sigh followed and Maurice slipped just ahead of the stranger to step in front of him and halt his progress.

“I have no intent on harming either, but simply talking to you is not a valid reason to assail me, even if you do not like my presence or my words.” His tone was slightly softer now, but his expression remained serious, and his gaze scanned over the other male, scrutinizing him.

evolutionemissary

[evolutionemissary]

He was getting in his way now, quite literally.

This was getting very aggravating very fast.

His eyes narrowed, a small huff exiting from his gas mask, eyes rolling. If this was Zaun, he could have stabbed him by now, and get away with it too! Piltover was too uptight, too many regulations, too much surveillance and too much law enforcement.

“Fine.” He hissed, eyes narrowing. “If you must know, I am delivering a package for a family friend.” He said, his arm brushing his cloak to reveal a small, cardboard box. Tape covered the gap between the flaps that would cover the box, a bar code on the side of it. “Do I have permission to leave now?” He says with slight annoyance. “Or are you going to ask for the box too?”

[timeshatterer-deactivated201607]

Core slowly walked towards the mural of the children, eyes briefly looking at the candle and tags placed everywhere. He came to a halt, his human and non-augmented hand reaching out to run a finger on the dry acrylic of Ajuna. "Interesting..." He mumbled under his breath, looking at all the face. A memorial perhaps? He wasn't sure, many things about Zaun was still new to him.

Something felt… Off. Ekko wasn’t very attuned to the magic that resided in the world around him, but he was sure that something was wrong at this moment. 

But where? And what should – or could he do? He couldn’t create a checkpoint of this timeline, so to speak, as it felt like the bad thing was already happening, but he wasn’t nearly as strong without the Zero-Drive.

Sighing, he shook his head. He was probably overreacting yet again.

Still, it couldn’t possibly hurt to check on the mural, could it?

evolutionemissary

[timeshatterer-deactivated201607]

evolutionemissary:

“Impressive.” Was what he said, before walking over to his piles of weapons that laid on the ground. “I don’t have much in terms of technology, besides my augment.” He said, rummaging through some weapons. “However, I do have smokescreen. It proves just as useful.” He pulls the cloak off to the side of his shoulder, before showing off his arm.

“This however, is much more up to standard with your stun grenade.” He says, the fingers moving expertly as the gears and wires worked to twist the appendages. He looks back up to the young man, “I must ask, how did you run it through with your DNA? I can’t imagine a hair strand in every one of those.”

Ekko stared at the robotic arm, suddenly understanding why he’d been so fearful.

Well, maybe not why he’d been fearful, but Ekko certainly felt that his fear had been validated, rather than being something irrational and unnecessary. Yes, there were some people in the city who had augments of their own volition, without any connection to the Glorious Evolution. People who simply wanted their arm to function better, or people who needed prosthetics because of having lost a limb in one accident or another.

That didn’t change the fact that there was a very distinct chance that this man worked with Viktor - or at the very least knew him.

‘Great. Absolutely fantastic, really. I’m gonna die here, cold and alone, and maybe one of the kids will find my body when trying to pay their respects. Gonna be another face on the wall.’

Logic did not dictate Ekko’s thoughts in that moment. He swallowed, placing one hand on the Z-Drive to reassure himself, then tried to think of the answer to the stranger’s question. “Uh, kinda tricky to explain. It basically has my dna imprinted in it, so within the radius of the stunning effect, it searches for anything and everything that doesn’t match, then sends electric pulses out to stun anything living for a few minutes. That’s a really basic way of explaining it, but that’s kinda the gist of it.”

[evolutionemissary]

Core slowly nodded to his answer. “That is interesting. That is a design I have never heard of before.” He said, collecting his things. “I wonder how that would affect wildlife. Plants are living organisms, it could have an affect on the environment if industrially manufactured.” He began putting the blades back into their pockets and holsters. The utility belt was being filled up once more, as he put it back on around his waist.

He turned to face him, “You look tense. Your body language shows caution.” He turns his body to face him, putting the second utility belt across his chest. “I am not going to be hostile unless I have a valid reason to be.” His cloak formed around his body once more, making him nothing but one mass and a hooded head.

“I never got your name before, did I?” He asked, brow raised. “I am Core. Who are you?”

[communistofzaun-deactivated2021]

…And now the Creator wanted coffee.

Staying up for days on end finishing a project was…Tiring.

“...Mmmnn...” And he was a bit too tired to get it.

[evolutionemissary]

A coffee mug stood in mid-air, suspending by seemingly nothing as his cloak  deactivated to reveal the assassin who held it. “I brought you a beverage.” He stated, placing the mug down on a counter away from his work. He was smart enough not to leave liquid beverages around his work place, it was a safety hazard.

“How does the project go, Herald?”