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Multi-muse, multi-fandom RP/ASK blog. Penned by Kara. | any pronouns | 21+ All fandoms and verses are fated with @thegatesofinfinitespace. Other RP blogs: @an-alternate-light (AU sideblog WIP) @vox-auxiliary @a-fading-light
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[[Sorry for not being around still, not only is it convention season but @thegatesofinfinitespace are in the middle of moving! I expect to be busy for a long while. I've had 0 time to draw or write, but I'm rattling the bars of my cage so hard I WANT TO DO ALL THE THINGS AUGH.
Once we're settled in, we have two out of state conventions to sell at this month (June), so I don't really foresee myself being fully active until at least July TvT but I'll try to slip in some replies or doodles when I can. I haven't even been on discord really, but if y'all have me there you are welcome to harass me. I'm also up for some doodle / drabble / starter prompts in the inbox to distract from The Horrors whenever I do get a second.]]
[[Sorry for not being around still, not only is it convention season but @thegatesofinfinitespace are in the middle of moving! I expect to be busy for a long while. I've had 0 time to draw or write, but I'm rattling the bars of my cage so hard I WANT TO DO ALL THE THINGS AUGH.
Once we're settled in, we have two out of state conventions to sell at this month (June), so I don't really foresee myself being fully active until at least July TvT but I'll try to slip in some replies or doodles when I can. I haven't even been on discord really, but if y'all have me there you are welcome to harass me. I'm also up for some doodle / drabble / starter prompts in the inbox to distract from The Horrors whenever I do get a second.]]
Bit late to posting this one, but happy 20th anniversary Okami!
headcanon questions
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .
🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?
❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?
💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?
🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?
☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?
🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?
🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?
🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?
🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?
🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?
🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?
💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?
👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?
🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?
😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?
😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?
🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?
✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?
⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?
🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?
🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?
🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?
🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?
🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?
💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?
🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?
🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?
🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?
🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?
🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?
🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?
☕ What’s their comfort drink?
🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?
🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?
🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?
🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?
🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?
🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?
🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?
🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?
🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?
🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?
🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?
🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?
🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?
👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?
🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?
🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?
💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?
⚰️ What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?
Dez gave a nod of her head. Of course she wasn't exactly feeling like having some strange individual walking around with her was her favorite thing in the world. Her eyes were on him, now introduced as Raziel, and she gave a small and polite smile with a warmth that didn't quite match her eyes. She wasn't glaring or scowling, but she was just uncomfortable. Especially with ghosts having been mentioned. Her greatest fear might she add. "I'm Dez. I wish we met under different circumstances." Because maybe she'd feel like being less rude then. She normally was quite polite and pleasant but not today. She took a shaky breath and looked out for a moment. "...Hopefully nothing just happens.. right?"
How is it he always manages to meet new people in the most awkward ways possible? Just once I'd like this sort of thing to be normal. A wish that this far into his life, he knows is too much to ask for.
"I'd say it's nice to meet you Dez but ah..." well, he didn't really have to explain to her, did he? Raz awkwardly rubs the back of his next, before blinking at her question. He chances a glance at the thing clinging to her, and frowns. It's hard to gauge just how much he can and can't explain to her. Even if Dez might listen, the spirit attached to her could get aggressive if it feels directly threatened.
"Well.... there are some things you can do to er, prevent.... certain issues?"
At this rate it feels like they won't get anywhere. "I'd consider getting your house blessed, maybe some good luck charms but..." those wouldn't exactly help her immediate problem. Or the more corporeal problem of an actual stalker.
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ( a collection of headcanon prompts based on each zodiac sign . adjust questions as desired . )
⊹ — ARIES . ≻ how does your muse handle competition ? ≻ what is your muse's biggest regret ? ≻ how does your muse handle losing control ? ≻ how does your muse express their passion ?
⊹ — TAURUS . ≻ what is your muse's most prized possession ? ≻ how does your character show their reliability ? ≻ what is your muse's favorite way to relax ? ≻ what simple things does your muse find joy in ?
⊹ — GEMINI . ≻ how does your muse communicate with others ? ≻ how does your muse handle the duality within themselves ? ≻ is your character predictable ? unpredictable ? ≻ how does your muse react to change ?
⊹ — CANCER . ≻ how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ? ≻ what is your muse's most treasured family tradition ? ≻ what is a cherished memory your muse holds close ? ≻ how does your muse express love & care ?
⊹ — LEO . ≻ does your muse lead others effectively ? ≻ what is your muse's most arrogant behavior ? ≻ is your character confident ? charismatic ? ≻ how does your muse handle being ignored ?
⊹ — VIRGO . ≻ what is your muse's most dedicated project ? ≻ how does your muse assist others in times of need ? ≻ what are your muse's standards for themselves ? ≻ what does your muse find beauty in ?
⊹ — LIBRA . ≻ how does your muse bring balance to their surroundings ? ≻ is your muse a people pleaser ? ≻ how does your muse navigate justice & mercy ? ≻ how does your muse handle having to confront someone ?
⊹ — SCORPIO . ≻ what is your muse's most transformative experience ? ≻ is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ? ≻ does your muse engage in introspection often ? ≻ how does your muse deal with obsession ?
⊹ — SAGITTARIUS . ≻ is your muse a workaholic ? what's their view of workaholics ? ≻ what is your muse's most reckless decision ? ≻ how does your muse handle commitment ? ≻ does your muse experience wanderlust ? where would they go ?
⊹ — CAPRICORN . ≻ how does your muse demonstrate their ambition ? ≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ? ≻ does your muse value their legacy ? what have they done to ensure it ? ≻ what is your muse's average daily routine ?
⊹ — AQUARIUS . ≻ what is a cause or a movement your muse is deeply involved in ? ≻ how does your muse handle unpredictability ? ≻ does your muse challenge the status quo ? how ? ≻ what subject or field is your muse passionate about learning ?
⊹ — PISCES . ≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ? ≻ does your muse have any escapist behaviors ? ≻ what does your muse dream about ? are they lucid , do they sleepwalk ? ≻ how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?
The smart thing to do would have been to head somewhere completely different. Like back to Headquarters, for example. Report the situation there, maybe get some backup, maybe approach the situation with some semblance of common sense instead of just 'hoping for the best'. Zero could already hear Alia chewing him out for making such a dangerous and stupid move-
"What if you can't trust him? What if he's planning on killing you the first chance he gets? You didn't even report this to anyone. He could have gone on a rampage afterward and killed hundreds of innocent people-"
"Okay, okay." The words were muttered out loud but softly, clearly to himself. Alia-In-His-Head had a good point; if this went south then he would be risking a lot of people's lives on a gamble he didn't have to make.
There was a middle ground solution. Setting up a failsafe that would send out an S.O.S. beacon if he was 'deactivated' was simple enough. It didn't convey all the necessary information, but Zero had faith that X or Alia would be able to piece together what was needed. And this was assuming it would even be used!
... which it would be, if he was being honest with himself. When did things ever turn out the good way?
"Alright." This time Zero spoke in a much louder tone as he stepped forward, coming into Vile's(?) view. The other was still visibly armed, but his weapon wasn't actively drawn. That was... promising. Zero made sure he was doing the same. No point holding his saber at the ready when it'd take less than an instant to grab it, but the hilt wasn't hidden.
"So the Vile that I know is very much not alive. Last I saw him, he had been in multiple pieces floating out into space." He could have been rebuilt but by who? Sigma was gone, and the newgens had treated Vile like a joke.
"And yet here you stand, clearly not in a million little pieces." And also not attacking me on sight. Zero made a gesture, shrugging as his hands moved palms up, the motion a very clear It is what it is statement. "So despite the fact that it doesn't make any sense, the only thing I can really conclude is that you... can't be Vile."
Zero finally steps out, the hilt of that one and only saber glinting in the light. It is immediately apparent they are on a similar wavelength. A nice healthy distrust. Vi isn't sure whether that's a relief of not, given the thick air of tension around them. Probably a sign this Zero had all his faculties in check..?
Better than an immediate fight, at bare minimum.
And knowing you, you probably have some kind of backup plan.
When the blond android speaks, it is with instant bluntness. Enough Vile can't decode if that's because of his own presence specifically, or just the Zero-brand lack of decorum.
"That so?" His arms uncross, hands resting on his hips. Not as if he needed them at the ready to operate that shoulder mounted weapon of his. "Funny thing, I've never been to space." Although it suddenly doesn't sound like a trip to look forward to. Can't imagine I end up there for a good reason. Great.
A deep sigh reverberates out from under his helmet.
"Look, I doubt you'll believe anything that comes out of my mouth anyways..." this much diplomacy was already more than he likely deserved in the other machine's eyes. "...but the Zero I know is still a Maverick Hunter, y'know, with me." A pause, before he sounds a little more good natured. "...course, he's a bit taller than you."
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis /headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
"I know of him. I haven't met this version of Link yet in this strange topsy turvey world where the timelines have gotten all mixed up and messy!" Farore hummed before extending her hand and allowing the magic of the wind to flow through her
Threads of bright glowing green extend out from her hand taking the form of bright pink fairies -- one's typically only found in a Fairy's Fountain. They land gently on the wound before disappearing and Farore watches as one by one the wounds begin to disappear, as if they'd never been at all.
There's a brief moment of pause as Farore gives him a look over before smiling.
"Alright, that should do it! Good as new! But please do not curse my name if you turn purple. It's temporary. Probably." Farore responded with, "Fairies can have quite strong personalities, judging by this little one here. I know Link's name, but I don't think I ever caught yours little fairy."
"...Oh but isn't it proper manners to give you my name first? Nayru always said my manners were lacking. Right. Ok. Okay. You got this, Farore.
"It's a pleasure to meet you! I am called Farore. Oh... but some have called me Faron or Farosh. I'm always so enthralled by how the language changes over time."
Despite the not-so-reassuring-uncertainty of her initial warnings, it becomes apparent there's more than just health potions or simple medicine at play here. Green tinted magic manifests from the stranger's outstretched hand and becomes... fairies? For once, Link and Proxi appear to share their surprise.
How did...?
Well, it's hard to be ungrateful for such quick and thorough aid, especially in Link's position. Really, the Hylian could only count his good fortune here.
As the last of the pink fairies dissipate, and with them the Hero's injuries, Link finds the strength to stand again. He dusts his tunic off, before offing Farore a smile. It's plenty clear he's thankful, even without him saying so.
...of course as their new companion starts to introduce herself, there's a dawning look of realization on the Hylian's face, and as for his tiny companion--
"Farore?!?" Blurted, before the blue fairy catches herself. "OH! Um it's--- it's an honor to meet you?" Gah is that too informal??? What's the appropriate way to greet a goddess? "I'm-- I'm Proxi uhm." She's so flabbergasted, she doesn't seem to know what to say. Link reaches out for her, carefully cupping the discombobulated pixie in his palms.
"T-thank you for helping us," she continues, "Er-- how can we repay you?" What sort of offering is even sufficient for direct intervention?
PROMPTS FOR FIRST MEETINGS & AWKWARD CHATS * assorted dialogue for new acquaintances, adjust as necessary
have we met?
i recognize your face from somewhere.
i've seen you before.
i think i've seen you around.
do you do this often?
you look familiar.
what do you do for work?
did you friends abandon you, too?
are you new around here?
feel like dancing?
i think i'd remember a face like yours.
sorry, i don't mean to stare.
i've heard about you.
have you eaten here before?
you certainly get around.
think i saw you last week.
i've just never seen anyone as beautiful as you before.
i've been meaning to introduce myself.
it's really nice to meet you.
you look a little lost.
do you need some help?
wait a second. i know you.
do you come here often?
looks like we're the only ones left.
can i give you my number?
we haven't been properly introduced.
so... what kind of music do you listen to?
i'm sure you hear that a lot.
i don't mean to pry.
let me call you a taxi.
mind if i sit here?
when did you get here?
how long have you lived here?
do you remember me from last time?
do you like living here?
that was a dumb question to ask.
can i buy you a drink?
i hope i didn't scare you.
have you been here before?
i just think you're really pretty.
we met last week!
i didn't mean to interrupt you.
go on with your day!
i could give you a ride home.
feels like we were destined to meet.
would you dance with me?
i'll be just fine.
let's grab a table.
do you want to grab coffee sometime?
could i see you again?
i felt like i should come over here and introduce myself.
you're extraordinary.
i really enjoy talking to you.
we've been talking for hours.
you were sitting alone, so i thought i'd join you.
would you like to come inside?
feel like going for a walk?
is this seat taken?
could we talk inside?
i'd really like to get to know you.
i never know what you're going to say next.
i can't get enough of you.
this is unusual for me.
i'm not used to this.
did i say that outloud?
what do you recommend here?
i love your laugh. it's so unique.
i'll walk you home.
let me call you an uber.
pretty sure i saw you last week.
was that a pick-up line?
i'm sorry if that was too forward of me.
Her voice rings in the hall, the only real humanity the God of the Wasteland's Tower has ever seen. It is chiding, scolding in their usual tone of banter and teasing, and he can tell without looking that the GodHunter wasn't expecting it in the first place. Equally, Kane doesn't see a reason to respond to her remarks, nor her excuses towards his behavior.
It is only because of her constant company that Tali-mae resists faltering under the pressure of their guest's scrutiny. Still, she does her best and equally has to withdraw when met with cold indifference. It comes as no surprise-- her presence was brighter than the both of them combined, still-human voracity standing out against the black tiled walls, not marred by the blood of Gods on her hands.
When she turns to look at the deity, his only answer to her silent question was a shrug of his shoulders. Name? Surely the Hunter had one, but there was nothing owed to his sworn enemy. Equally Kane had never found the desire to press for one. Their engagement thus far hardly demanded such formalities, even if the Mortal now knew his own, and that of his ward.
It wasn't as if the man was going to share his findings, clearly antisocial. Most wouldn't believe the Wasteland God had a name, or company, anyways.
Musings are interrupted with the seldom heard voice of his self-inflicted charge. Red eyes slide towards the Blacksmith of his Province, an eyebrow raised. "That's your call." Despite assumptions, that Forge wasn't his even if it was in his Tower. Not that he wasn't curious to see what the stranger would do with it.
Curiosity was his vice, after all.
Taken back by such a serious answer to a casual question, Tali-mae can't help but scrunch her face up at the request. Their guest's behavior is not too dissimilar to a certain God's own in their early time together. It'd be nostalgic if it weren't so off-putting. Great, I have two of you now. In a more sensible world she wouldn't doomed with such thrilling banter as silence and one-to-two word answers. Alas, it is not meant to be.
Considering the actual state of their reality for a moment longer, her conclusion is a quick one. "Mmn... No." a blunt denial of the stranger's request. One she is sure Kane will enforce. "The way you look, I doubt you'll be able to swing a hammer before you start bleeding everywhere. Would hate for you to be using blood to temper steal in my workshop."
She isn't surprised to see the way those eyebrows raise at her, the barest hint of any reaction finally achieved. "You're welcome to watch me work while you heal," she continues. "...and if you actually get better, then I'd be happy to see what you can do. Deal?" She doesn't make the mistake of offering her hand again.
...ah.
Left without rebuttal, what answer is there for Rho to give, other than a subtle nod of agreement? He's in no state to force his way anywhere. Her concern is... surprising, given her patron. As is her attitude. Is she so skilled a smithy that the God of the Wasteland tolerates her flagrant disregard for any sort of decorum in his presence? Fascinating, but not something he posses the energy to investigate now.
Seemingly satisfied with his response, the women's face brightens. "Great! Looking forward to seeing what you can do once you rest up." She shoos him off with a nonchalant wave of her hand, surprised when after a beat he actually complies, turning back on his path. Slinking away from both of them without much of a protest, like some tired beast.
It's only when the silent man is down the hall, that she addresses Kane again. "How did he get hurt anyways?"
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@overx asked: ⏪ Xanti with past versions of Psi, Zain, OR MKII? Dealer's choice <:
This was all just a waste of time. Talents wasted on ensuring civilians made it to safety, instead of dealing with the problem that was currently threatening said civilians. Half the time it seemed like Commander Sigma had no idea what the hell he was doing.
Simmering in irritation, the reploid takes it out on the nearest collapsed building he saw with heat signatures inside. Concrete crumbles under a well-placed fist through a crack in the foundation, the building's stability already compromised.
Inside are a few humans, and reploids, one of which was tending to an injured man. The wound looked survivable, but then again, organics tended to make bigger deals out of pain than any machine would have.
Ugh.
"Hey," stated with all the deadpan in the world as Vile stooped inside, and jabbed a thumb towards the exit he'd so graciously made. "This roof isn't gonna last forever. Stop gawking and get a move on."
Luck isn't on his side this time. Very rarely had the rifts between worlds thrown Xanti headlong into conflict like this. He's only grateful the Maverick Hunters are already on the scene, so that he can do what he does best.
"Take a deep breath," a gentle warning, before he tightens the improvised tourniquet. This man had been lucky not to be hit somewhere vital, but the wound is still an unpleasant one, oozing blood into the medic's hands as he works.
As if on cue, the wall bursts open, a haphazard rescue attempt in the familiar shape of purple armor. The voice though, gruff and inconvenienced. Not Vi. Xanti resists a sigh, before helping the injured human up. Fortunate it's not a leg injury.
The group moves hesitantly Vile's way, the brunet knowing better than to stop to speak as they pass him. "...do you have an evac point secured?" Or is he merely trying to get them further away without more of a plan?
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It's not showing off.
No point in making an objection now, but the purple reploid reacts the exact way Zain had expected. It's odd-- the voice is Vi's, but the tone... not quite right. Later.
A click, one he's never forgotten. Those rounds, huh? The blond doesn't respond to the clear goading, instead bracing himself for the countdown. If the enemy was smarter, they wouldn't have been volleying simultaneously. He knows the other Hunter's timing like the back of his hand. Plasma fire slows to a crawl, a baited breath on both sides.
Now.
Gone the moment the shell leaves its barrel, instant. His thrusters launch him over cover and to the left, heels only touching the ground for sheer seconds as he runs. Weave, make it harder to track both the cannon and himself. Make it there as it lands.
Zain vaults through the window of the building the other machines had been using as cover, glass raining as he touches down. Behind him, the ground shudders under the explosion, the heat searing even from where he was flanking.
Taking advantage of the chaos that follows, his saber cleaves the first Maverick's arms off, the second one by the barrel of their weapon. It sparks, bursts-- and he kicks off of them, pushing forward.
As expected, they had thought Vile was alone.
Smarter than to run his mouth-- good. Maybe there's hope for this recruit yet, especially seeing as he's gotten the message loud and clear. Spreading themselves out will force the enemy to do the same, split attention and split buster fire. Better odds for us.
The hail of enemy attacks slows, clear signs of overheating, which means--
"Now."
Vile veers to his side of their melting cover, and out, bracing as his weapon goes off. Blue light spreads from the cannon's maw in a halo, as it launches its payload. A flaming sphere of azure careens into the Mavericks' temporary stronghold, wracking the building's foundation as the miniature nova explodes.
Better not choke rookie.
Sure enough as he pushes through the already shattered wall on his end, he can hear the telltale sounds of saber slashing. They have the enemies flanked, one escaping his way before seeing him. Their face meets his fist, the unfortunate reploid being toppled with ease. Vile's armored boot comes down on their arm, cracking the metal skeleton. They forcibly release their weapon, howling in pain.
"Bad luck." His attention pivots, shoulder mounted cannon facing the group still skulking about in halfhearted escape attempts.
The 'yes or no' game.
Send my muse "❓+" alongside harsh hitting questions, scenarios, anything question-related really, but they can only answer with "yes" or "no". Nothing more, nothing less.
