[hallowleylines]

Alright, I'm here to make this an official post now! I've decided I'd be coming back (and this is nearly a week late than I announced) but I'm Faze! Welcome to terminal C at Hallowleylines, where this blog is slowly being revamped and reworked to become dash only! There's going to be a bit of a mix-up here, drifting off more into fandomless territory, but I do welcome interactions from most all people regardless of that! Otherwise? General cursory tidbits below before checking things out:

The fandoms I'm currently most engaged in are: Arknights, Projmoon, Soulsborne, but also engage in general fantasy as well! Big D&D and Paizo player so throw that into the general stack.

Been role-playing since 2014 when I was in middle school, so I've been around the block before. I still remember the fan-mail section, so don't be afraid to give me a nudge if you want to talk.

Basic etiquette is always appreciated. No God-modding, meta-knowledge, stuff like that. We should know it by now. No need to has over these kind of things (I hope).

Light-shit posting. Multi-paragraph writing. Ask box is always welcome, even for unearthed memes. Just attach it so I know what it is.

Have fun. If it's not fun... then don't do it. I don't paid enough to not enjoy what I'm doing here.

Rules, Mun, and Muses

[dcviated]

"Hey! ...I only made those the one time, because I wanted to try." The kuranta huffs. Comparatively, it's the gentlest of admonishes. There are many occasions where a level of response could include a shove that sends the man toppling. Or the kind of whining that passes endearment and into cognitohazard. Or, acid tears. You never know.

Perhaps the lack of it here adds gravity to her claim. Could a stomachache be so uncaring? So unfunny? What on Terra could be so cruel to the girl? She blinks up at the Couatl, happy beyond words for the attentions he was giving and looking all the more pliable for it. Ears flick into the touch and her lashes flutter as she leans into him.

"I ate too many cookies."

Alas. A confession. Base and primal. Who can detach themselves from a want of sweets? Current, actually. Which logically meant Malkuth could eat more. But should she? No.

"Maybe some ginger ale would make me feel better." There's another look, her hands resting against his chest. It's pleading. It's another cognitohazard. Why must she be like this?? "I didn't see you at the party. Were you busy?"

[hallowleylines]

Well... at least there are now within the realm of normality. A very rare occurrence for her. Has her perhaps grown too accustomed to her shenanigans that something as simple as overeating is outlandish? Yes, the answer is simply yes. The woman is quite experimental with things in general so hearing a cookie overload is the culprit has him stop dead in his tracks. You'd think he'd stare at her dumbfounded, but he's quick to accept this outcome.

Thankful it doesn't stop his affections it seems, quite content to continue. Ears pinched between his fingers and caressing it between his index and thumb. Then finally just leans down to rest his head atop of hers for a moment. An exasperated, exaggerated sigh... followed by a light chuckling. Ginger ale? What kind of crazy suggestion was she offering up? The desire to pop like a balloon now?

"If you feel bloated from overeating, I doubt putting bubbles inside your stomach would do much besides have it come out the wrong end-"

Then he stops talking, head tilting as he steps back. Party? Eyes roll around in his head. Round and round and round they go, but it doesn't job any particular memory in his mind. Perhaps he has (as usual) ignored something that Malkuth was attentive too. This Kuranta was the exception to his willingness to heed words. Most other who do not speak words of importance only get a parsed messaged through. So... if party was mentioned to him.. he probably ignored it.

"So... ummmm...would you believe me if I said.... I don't remember it-"

[dcviated]

“What? D’I say something weird? We’re about to risk smearin up our records for your Kuranta friend, right? Unless you had something else in mind. If you were planning for a picnic I might’ve packed a sandwich or two or three.” The Aegir finds it hard not to grin, feigning confusion in response to Everitt’s parroting. He’s never met Malkuth but has an idea of what she may be like. Vaguely. The template he’s going off, however, is matched to a very different individual. Adol had an effect on people. And Dogi was keen on noticing their feelings towards his former companion as well.

“So… she was involved with some weird testing huh? Wish I could say I was surprised. About Kazi, not Malkuth. Maybe it’s not best taste to say this but it sounds like she’s valuable to em’. Means she’s probably safe, yeah? Which means more time for us to get her back…” Voice trails, like the wheels of the truck as they dig into a drift of loose soil. A quick correction. Before something bad happens. Yeah, here was hoping. “Information is what we’re after. On a secret government testing facility at that. Not something you can just chat up a fella at the local bar now is it?”

Nothing? Dang. Maybe levity isn’t appreciated right now. A sideward glance to the passenger side of the vehicle finds the Couatl turning inward on themselves, haunted by who knows what and how. This country. This homecoming. These people. The expression on the Aegir’s face firms into a straighter line. Fingers wrapping and tapping on the steering wheel as he turns attention back to the ‘road’. Not a picnic indeed.

“Hey. You’re not stopping either, are ya, Everitt? And neither’m I. I got good news at least. Based on what the messenger reports said, the city is stopped and it’ll be stayin’ there at least another month before the next catastrophe is expected to make waves.” No chase required. And it meant they could prepare options if they so desired on the entrance. Dogi hadn’t expected his brief appearance to create an issue around the populace, but Everitt had been a knight. Names and all that. So. Quiet route. Quieter anyhow.

“I like the sound of your plan. Leave the truck nearby, maybe I cover it up with some of the canvas that’s back there. Heh. Last time we left Kazimierz, Adol n’ I came out of a maintenance tunnel on foot. That the sort of way in you had in mind? Or are there actual backdoors to this place? I don’t exactly fit into vents, but I can climb scaffolding. Lemme know what I can do for ya, buddy.”

[hallowleylines]

Smearing? Would you consider having a any record with a shit hole reputable? It's only surface level political bullshit anyways. Everyone could know you as a mass murderer and you'd still end up with government officials lining your pockets on hits that would favor their position or push an agenda forward. Stupid bullshit that keeps the country a float or so they'd say. Given a chance to go back, he'd probably kill a lot of people that hired him to participate in such a thing. Perhaps a tribute to the man he is now versus who hew as, not that anyone knew him really at all.

He's listening. Kind of. Half paying attention for any important details but also lost in a train of thought. It's a better conversation that Zephyr's at least. As unappreciated as the lax tone is, it's better than the sarcasm that almost resulted him in choking out an operator today. Still... he's more focused on the "where to find a secret facility issue" than anything else. Not something he recalls during his time here in less savory days. None of his business probably. Cheeky bastards. Finally a disheveled sigh escaping. An a half-hearted grin. Well it's something at least.

"Dogi, you're not supposed to be as psychotic as me. Who the hell is going to play the straight man when shit hits the fan. It's definitely going to hit the fan." Everitt has a reason to be crazy. Being raised a killer makes you think with more... moral flexibility. But Dogi is just ride or die on the spot without any grounds to be other than just being nice. Bat shit insane is what he calls it.

"I can get us through a back door pretty easily. From there it's literally going in blind. Something you'd think I'd be use to but it doesn't get anymore more fun each time." He tilts back in the seat, index and thumb steeple on the sides of his forehead. "You don't... happen to have a fear of heights or being launched several hundred feet into the air do you?"

A comforting question to hear really...

[dcviated]

Eira would have reacted faster if she weren’t fussing in her purse to get funds together. By the time her hand was out in attempt to stop the mess before them, the damage was already in progress. Slow motion as water falls like a river and finds itself along every inch of the table. And down onto their clothes as it drips. This is what they get for leaving the plates arranged as they had. It created the perfect venue for the water to disperse!

…

……ugh.

A squeeze of the eyes, a flare of anger and frustration. But it is quelled with a smooth intake and exhale of breath. Eira gestures a hand, raising from her seat.

“Come on. Oh get up. This isn’t the end of the world, Iona. Leave the dramatics to someone like me, why don’t you-“ Fuss fuss fuss. Not that she didn’t also feel the burning of embarrassment over the altercation and situation. But Eira wasn’t going to be one to let everything be doused by spilled water. Now at the other side of the table, the Ursan is making a point of lifting the Vulpo’s from her sandwich and flitting her devastating arts to life. That warmth is now a pointed heat. Singes and brief puffs of steam as careful application of heat evaporates and does away with the er- excess hydration. Even their clothes and the tablecloth are just fine! Some wrinkles to be ironed but any drips left would have to be from Iona’s tears if she were feeling so dramatic.

…there’s no hope for the receipt though. Eira passes it a glance, plucking it off the cloth and squinting at the various layers of paper. But no, they were soaked through. Mind you, this whole time the poor waiter is staring in bewilderment. He messed up and now they were-!! But no, Eira is not directing anger their way in her deft attempt to handle the situation. They’re beckoned over (that bushy tail now between his legs) and Eira offers out the 800 LMD from Iona, as well as a generous bill of her own.

“This should be more than enough to cover the bill and, yes, you’re keeping the rest as a tip. Understand?”

“Y-yes ma’am, of course. So so sorry for the inconvenience.”

Eira shakes her head.

“No. Not at all. It was poor timing on all of our parts and we can leave at that, understand?” Eira smiles and the Perro dips away probably to re-evaluate their life to some degree. Or count their lucky stars in the false skies above them that night. Actually, could the stars be seen here? Nevertheless- Eira turns to the Vulpo.

“That was an exciting end to a lovely meal, wasn’t it?”

There's a moment in time when they're both coping with the adjacent of what could be called 'spilled milk' right now. One attempting to quell their fury as another one drowns in the sudden disappointment of the act. Perhaps only a handful of seconds pass at that, but the feeling of chilling water spilling into her lap makes it feel far farther than it should be. One could call it a terrible stroke of luck... but Iona doesn't believe in accidents this perfect... and these damn plates...

Thankfully the bossy phoenix assertive Ursus snaps Iona out of her moping! Tails up! Ears up! Girl... up! Almost as if being called to attention! Strange how this woman is somehow both occasionally meek with her and a tiger mom at the same time. Of course the former is begrudgingly, but it doesn't escape her notice that the silver haired bear seems more at home in a commanding setting. Only for these spurts of heat to be exuded from her. Like she's firing little heat pellets she can't quite see!

"I've never been steamed before! Quite a different experience entirely! If only I had an iron too at this point, then maybe that could..."

She trails off. Considering she can't feel like... half her body all that well, what's the worse of pressing a hot iron to her clothes would do? Wouldn't even need to be that scalding, considering most of the heat is coming from her arts. Now that the fox is pondering it, she doesn't think she's ever witnessed it! Makes her almost curious enough to ask about it, just to see how it might be different than someone like Blaze with boiling blood. Always interesting when they vary different enough to be fascinating!

"Oh no! You're fine sweety!~ That one is on us!~ Don't worry your little head over it or anything! We've got this! Just girls doing their own thing, you know?"

No, he doesn't seem to but that's beside the point! Watching the poor guy scamper off as if he's done something wrong, but she's free to sit down now and sight. Leaning against her hands for a moment before saying her tails around. She's back to normal now. She's sooo normal again after this she swears. Now perking up and smiling... then looking down at a soggy sandwich and... smile falters a little bit more... but it's there!

"Very exciting! How about we never do it again and... take turns splitting the bill next time! I don't... want to be spilled on every time in the future..."

[hallowleylines]

There's a moment in time when they're both coping with the adjacent of what could be called 'spilled milk' right now. One attempting to quell their fury as another one drowns in the sudden disappointment of the act. Perhaps only a handful of seconds pass at that, but the feeling of chilling water spilling into her lap makes it feel far farther than it should be. One could call it a terrible stroke of luck... but Iona doesn't believe in accidents this perfect... and these damn plates...

Thankfully the bossy phoenix assertive Ursus snaps Iona out of her moping! Tails up! Ears up! Girl... up! Almost as if being called to attention! Strange how this woman is somehow both occasionally meek with her and a tiger mom at the same time. Of course the former is begrudgingly, but it doesn't escape her notice that the silver haired bear seems more at home in a commanding setting. Only for these spurts of heat to be exuded from her. Like she's firing little heat pellets she can't quite see!

"I've never been steamed before! Quite a different experience entirely! If only I had an iron too at this point, then maybe that could..."

She trails off. Considering she can't feel like... half her body all that well, what's the worse of pressing a hot iron to her clothes would do? Wouldn't even need to be that scalding, considering most of the heat is coming from her arts. Now that the fox is pondering it, she doesn't think she's ever witnessed it! Makes her almost curious enough to ask about it, just to see how it might be different than someone like Blaze with boiling blood. Always interesting when they vary different enough to be fascinating!

"Oh no! You're fine sweety!~ That one is on us!~ Don't worry your little head over it or anything! We've got this! Just girls doing their own thing, you know?"

No, he doesn't seem to but that's beside the point! Watching the poor guy scamper off as if he's done something wrong, but she's free to sit down now and sight. Leaning against her hands for a moment before saying her tails around. She's back to normal now. She's sooo normal again after this she swears. Now perking up and smiling... then looking down at a soggy sandwich and... smile falters a little bit more... but it's there!

"Very exciting! How about we never do it again and... take turns splitting the bill next time! I don't... want to be spilled on every time in the future..."

[hallowleylines]

WHAT FOLKLORE MONSTER ARE YOU DESCENDED FROM

Vampire

There is an ancient thirst woven into your ancestry — not just for blood, but for essence, for the parts of people they try to hide. The vampire in your veins carries centuries of watchfulness, of studying faces by candlelight and understanding the tremor beneath a heartbeat. You read power the way others read weather: instinctively, unavoidably. This bloodline gives you a strange, elegant hunger — for devotion, for certainty, for emotional depth that does not flinch or flee. You want bonds sealed in something stronger than words. But such insight comes with its own shadow; once you’ve tasted the truth of someone, you can never pretend you didn’t. You don’t just see people — you sense them, and that is your inheritance, your burden, and your silent, red-lit gift.

Tagged by: @dcviated Tagging: @knochenweber @xanican-exile @puelluna @mirroredge @I need to follow more blokes again-

[hallowleylines]

once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?

spun gossamer (Iona)

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

rippling sunset (Inadari)

you’re the nicest person i’ll ever meet, probably. with an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. it’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. i feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. this isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. i wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes.

[rosesolitaire]

Defying fate

Indie OC

Selective

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[knochenweber]

KNOCHENWEBER | BONEWEAVER

Independent Fantasy OC blog

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[hallowleylines]

{OOC}: Alright so I think I've spent enough time away from tumblr. Life is rough and breaking away won't fix it so... might as well learn to make it more enjoyable instead. Helps that some friends help me find my musing and held me at gun point (affectionate). So I'll be reviving this blog against in an official capacity, and even decided to work on a carrd for it. Becoming fandomless and dashboard only, but still willing to work with old peeps if they're around. Anyone with old threads? Hit me up if you have any you want to keep, otherwise I'll be rummaging around and deleting inactive things... and need to work on my interest tracker again after that.

[hallowleylines]

"I have a tummyache but I'm being so brave about it."

There's a moment where he has to choose his dialogue options here. A rare circumstance where there isn't a quip and rude one-liner lined up. Something that becomes slowly more frequently as this one speaks her mind on just about anything, and it certainly is almost quite literally anything. Sometimes she says things deeply profound, and then he still thinks about the worm incident fondly at her expense. Truly as varied and ranged as the weather.

"Yes, you're being so very brave about it. I'm very much curious of what might have caused it this time. Was it the pickle and fish-paste sandwich that you put red beans on? Or was it the coffee cake that you only added flour and an egg to a literal coffee pot? Still, I have to applaud your iron gut for not needing to pumped."

One may assume this is sarcasm... and they would at least be partially correct. A venomous snake will always be so, but it's also in playful affection. After all, this isn't unexpected... well... the only thing expected is something unexpected with Malkuth. Daring, bold, and... reckless as always. Yet, despite all that, he cups her cheeks and kneads them with his palms like dough. Perhaps a few seconds of squishing, then hands glide to her ears. Firmly petting around the base of them.

"You're absolutely insane... you know that love?"

@dcviated

[bloodywoes]

@hallowleylines

"OH MY GOD! ITS MY KING! MY BOY! THE ONE WHO IS GOING TO (CENSOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRR) ME DOWN AND MAKE ME HIS MATE!!!"

"Anyway, can you grab the milk?"

[hallowleylines]

"Lappland, you're off your meds again aren't you? You know you're supposed to keep taking them even when you feel well." A folding of the arms and a shake of the head. He's absolutely disappointed in this psychopath. How is she supposed to do anything if she can't focus her destructive tendencies.

[hallowleylines]

{OOC}: Oh hey, look. I found my icons on not my desktop. How awful. Regardless don't expect me to come back swinging fully. Life has me in a choke-hold and pinned against a wall. Not in a sexy playful way either. But I'll attempt to peak in more often. Got a to-do list I think:

Finally finish adding muses and bio's I said I would. Have like a handful on that front.

Scrounge through my asks and drafts to see what I can scavenge during the nuclear fallout and abandon the rest

Perhaps start something. Like a good blog. Trust me I have the desire, but not the time or energy.

It was a good breather at least to step away. I don't feel as cluttered on this return. Time to start rolling the boulder up a hill for all eternity. Poke me if you got concepts and I'll put 'em in my back pocket.

[hallowleylines]

{OOC} -Slams through the front door disheveled and covered in blood-

Somebody please save me from life I want to come back here. I've lost all my icons but we roll with it. Just... have to start chipping away at this place somewhere.

[hallowleylines]

{OOC}: Somebody send me help please. I've been talking to several people over the last month about project moon and... have accidentally found myself making a character. This was not my intentions, I just started completing the series... 0(-(

[fiendcrown]

     awful ? blaze lets out an amused snort , " i thought people wanted to keep it real in today's society ? " what's the point in being crafty , when all she wants is some soup ? dancing around the topic , beating around the bush , however one wanted to put it ; there's no point in playing mind games when blaze has to perform strategically enough as it is on the battlefield . boisterous , headstrong - did you like her or not ? did you want to stick around and find out ? she's not like a certain medical feline or executive cautus to be diplomatic enough that it seeps into their general language , adjusting to a roundabout nature to protect secrets and intentions ( enough secrets are kept with her , after all ) .

     " ah , woe is current ! being dragged to get free food ! " and blaze laughs again as she takes him through lungmen's colorful streets . " then , you'll just have to watch me drink everyone under the table one of these days , " witnessing her own display of idiocy that intermingles with her joy , often saddled with no regrets for the hangover that follow after ( even with the tab to pay ) .

     their surroundings become quiet and quiet some more , alleyway lurkers that murmur their own business , and the sound of their own footsteps tapping upon pavement as the only other notable sounds ; maybe blaze took the phrase hole in the wall for restaurants a bit too seriously . " mmn , beef broth lovingly simmered for a few hours - rich cuts of meat with rice noodles to indulge on ... mmhm , you can never go wrong with pho on a day like this . " she's already drooling — but they arrive soon after to a makeshift stall ; someone who decided to convert part of their home instead of likely paying a hefty rent to keep a more proper restaurant front .

[hallowleylines]

Keeping it real? Keeping it real? Consider his nose crinkled. You've been cringed at now Blaze. The way she says that statement just makes her sound... well really old. Like someone trying to keep in touch with the times rather than actively a part of them. Not that he's in the loop either, grumpy old thing, but he's definitely at least avoiding the awkward terminology.

Everything blurs by like a magnificent oil painting, perhaps a little too literally for the kidnapped compatriot. Streaks of blues, greens, reds, and other neon lights amongst the pitter pattering of feet against the pavement. Eyes so poor it can't make out any individual feature but it truly adds to the image splashed and painted in the moment. It reminds him off those canvas sketches of city life bustling and moving back when he could observe properly.

"I told you it's not free." Consider it a hunch that she might try anyways. A suck of the teeth, already wondering how he's going to pay now. Somebody is probably going to wind up with an unreasonable tip at this rate. Though his features distort, mouth a thin line as eyes are narrowed. Now he's truly judging. "You think they'd limit your alcohol intake rather than your food then, if you do something like that for fun."

Okay, so maybe it's projecting that's happening here. He's not a problematic drunk but.... you know what, it's best not ponder on himself. Falling to peer pressure and the influence winds him into predicaments he'd rather forget. Harmlessly... painfully humiliating predicaments. A memory that gets reminded to him every time he's reminded about the scar across his nose. Yeah, no. He'll definitely only 'watch' if he can help it, if even that little.

"That sounds.... hmmmm...."

Eyes shifting as he ponders. It doesn't sound that bad at all really, if it was a rich broth it would mix quite well. He can at least imagine what it might taste like though.... Is she getting louder though as she explains? No... everything simply cleared up now. Oh, one of those secluded wall vendors instead of carts. He doesn't have any complaints, instead flicking at a chime, a dulling ring echoing out for service. Is the vendor standing right there already? Yes. Yes they were, but it was a tactical distraction.

He's maneuvering his tail around into his back pocket. A prehensile little thing it was how dexterous it is, pulling out... a wallet preemptively! Yeah, he's already attempting to just throw money down so Blaze doesn't try to race him for it. Oh how he loathes owing anybody anything, which is only weird because he drops debts just as quickly.

[starryskied]

❝ Spare me the theatrics. ❞ Or rather spare her the ramblings of a madman. She cares little for his reasoning, but why choose to aggravate her out of the blue? In doing so, he has incurred both her wrath, and her utter scorn. ❝ Honor? Ha ha. I'll believe it, when I see it...❞ Honor before reason, indeed. The Qilin exhales rather sharply, indigo optics narrowed at the interloper. Too many individuals nowadays, claim to have 'honor' while hiding behind a masquerade of perpetual cowardice. Was the serpent included in that category? If the answer wasn't obvious by now... Leizi grits her teeth, steeling herself for an inevitable clash of wiles. There's time, though. One last chance to avoid a potentially brutal confrontation. She can still walk away from this, her head held high. But he continues to provoke her. And what are you hoping to achieve with this? Ignorant fool. Pride be damned! Negotiations are over, and diplomacy is dead. Not that diplomacy had ever been part of the deal.

❝ Shut it. ❞ He circles, and she followed suit. A comparable ying-yang in complete disarray. But who flusters who? The Caster dug manicured nails into her scepter, arcs of electric blue dancing along the spiraled fringes of her horns. She channels the excess energy into the tip of her staff, causing the fluorescent bulbs above to flicker. On and off. Off and on. One would begin to wonder if a child was the culprit behind the electrical circuits being unstable.

There was no such thing as a child.

Muscles ripple beneath her oversized coat, unruly tresses straightening as more electricity channels into the tip of her scepter. Leizi took a deep breath, nostrils flaring disdainfully. That damn serpent. He talks too much for her liking. Someone should silence him, temporarily. She lunges for the cross-legged Couatl, staff poised mid-way, as if intending to slam the metal staff into the side of his face. Sparks of electricity fly out in all directions, causing another brief flicker of luminescent lights.

But this time, the adjacent corridor to this one plunges into abysmal darkness.

[hallowleylines]

"Oh, but something tells me you wouldn't want to give me the chance, hm?" To let someone prove their honor is to allow themself to hold some amount of faith in a person. One she clearly has (rightfully) decided to withhold for the time being. Oh she's so easily pissed that it makes him want to continue! A fault of both for being flawed in their own unique ways. A more refined personality would have been boring after all.

Still she decides to stand her ground, but what's the point of fighting on this hill? In all honesty his curiosity was just with her tail, quite literally nothing else to be gained by staying in the same vicinity as him. The couatl wouldn't even chase her down either, he's still a man of his word whether she chooses to believe it or not. Show then it becomes a showdown. A contest of wills more than anything else.

Well this is a problem indeed. He'd much rather take the blow and deal with the problem of blowing every circuit in the area. Antagonizing someone is one thing, it's honestly is bread and butter, but he's not going to take the fall for destruction of property with Leizi in the end. So he falls into damage control mode instead. Well... if it hadn't escalated so quickly.

Even his blind eyes are queued in by the changing of lighting. On and off. Oh, she's about to discharge then? The static in the air hadn't escaped him one bit as he floats around and around. She's definitely thinking of attacking, it's just a question if she'll ultimately follow through. He doesn't expect for her attitude to be that far out of her grasp that she'd throw a tantrum of greater magnitude. So consider his surprise when she lunges!

"Shit-" Damn it Leizi! Why did he think you could banter without getting your feelings all in a twist!? Well there's nothing else he can do for it except defend himself from the blow. His body twists in the air, trying to make a small a target as possible and raising his left arm. Something that would normally still hurt given it's a blunt object, a crunch of a bone or something but... there's a simply merely thud of steel against it? Arm braces? Or was that entirely a prosthetic limb? Either way he's touching ground. Not to fight back but....

The lighting seems to be drawing into his form now. He's can't generate his own, it's not worth the energy it would take given his arts is less specialized. Still, if he grabs her staff with his free arm then her can perhaps minimize the damages to the area. It's not to prevent her from continuing her onslaught, though his a nice secondary effect. He didn't mind being attack, but he's not taking the fall for property damages here.

"If you want a fight then I'd suggest a place more suitable than the hallways." The sarcastic bite is gone, nore does he try to reprimand her. She'd only get pissed again no doubt. Tail behind him cackling with lighting from each branching appendage, once emerald eyes now a sapphire blue and glowing with energy. He feels the tempest boiling within his gut and it makes him feel.... alive as a dull shine exudes from his very being. Still.... physical conflict isn't his aim.

[hallowleylines]

"Hey, good morning Current." Cue the knight walking close to him, a single ear wiggle. "I need your help, I was wondering if you can test some armor I am building." Blemishine starts, lifting up a chestplate. "I'll make it worth your time, promise!"

@rcseburnt || Unprompted

If you listen closely in his mind, there's the audible sound of glass shattering instantly. Engineering work? Done. It's done now. It's a voice he could recognize by just a hum, let alone the cadence of her speech. Not the person he'd ever want to be left alone with either. Makes it harder to use his arts oh so blatantly. Fuck... Fuck!! Where is Rupture when you need him.

A swift retreat from close proximity to the other side of the table, picking up welding torches, wrenches, literally thing he could get his hands on. Clean-up, or so he'd make it look like. In reality he just can't stand being anywhere closer than a few yards from her without blood pressure spiking.

"I... armor.... uhhhh... hmmm... never used it before. Somebody else?"

The poor bastard is obviously anxious right now about something or another. Strange how that is. He's got a brutish attitude towards most things, electing to ignore or piss off the target of the day. In the moment now, he's awkward as hell, like someone he didn't want to be seen around. There's an shuffling of feet, attempting to naturally make his way towards an exit.