#builderman interaction

[divine-swordsmaster]

"SHEDLETSKY!"

[The same voice. The same accent. Perhaps the first, or last man you'd want to see right now running over to you with anger in his expression.

He is not happy about what he's heard.]

@theworldsarchitect (deviously schemes, scheming)

-> It seems like the support had ended up in Yorick's! The same place this whole fucking shitshow started in! That same old graveyard, hollow and quiet. -> Surely Sheds couldn't be here, right? Surely the sentinel was wise enough to pull himself back from something stupid, right? Well... It's Shedletsky after all. "Funny haha chicken man" Shedletsky. -> The scent of iron lingered in the air.

[bestial-corruption]

>[... Yeah, no, he's lost.]

>[He was so lost.] [How long has he been walking for...?]

>[Builderman only meant to find the other version of himself, but he got completely sidetracked. He didn't mean to scare Shedletsky like that and leave him alone...]

>[He hoped he was okay.]

>[Now, where is he?]

>[... Oh.]

>[Is that John?]

"Err... Hello?"

( @forsaken-fates )(builderman)

"Well hello there, David." -> John smiled, clasping his hands together. One hand was... Disgustingly large, unrealistically large. Blackened and looked like it was made of stone, said "stone" trailed up that arm, ending at his shoulder. -> He sounded so... Polite, pleasant, but the look in his eyes. Or well, eye, said something completely different.

[frostbitten-heir]

[He wasted no time. After all, it was what he was told to do. The staggering, limping footsteps made no point to be silent as they inched closer behind him. He could feel the cold radiating off of the princely man, and it was sickening.

A clawed hand placed itself on his shoulder, digging into his attire possessively.]

[ @theworldsarchitect ]

-> The frostbitten heir had been brought along on one of the survivors little "supply runs", the heir having gotten a touch separated from the sentinel and other survivor who came with them. -> Although it seems the corrupted mess of a man made a big mistake when it came to grabbing the heir. An almost searing yet icy feeling washed over the other as a shimmering pale blue blade met "Builderman's" face. "DON'T TOUCH ME, PEASANT!"

[false-justness]

"Doom! Doom, buddy! Where are ya?!" - @universal-admin

— He could be seen up on that ledge at Glass Houses. Guessing that's where he decided he was going to camp out after leaving the mansion.

— His banhammer could be seen resting up against the wall up there. It took a moment, but the judge walked out, looking down at the other admin from up on the ledge.

"Whaddya what, Builder?"

[fuchsiahealer]

-> A familiar figure could be seen in the distance. Was that.... Builderman? - @hammerin-heads

Her eyes flickered over the figure in the distance. She recognized the weapon he held, all right...

She looked around for any sign of danger before stepping back from where she had been lingering, standing up and beginning to trek over to him. Despite the fact she hadn't spotted any current threats, she didn't risk calling his name. She never knew who else could be around to hear them.

[quadrupledhatred]

There was the survivor, knelt on the side of the mansion! He seemed to be busy, working away at these little machines of his once again.

-@constructor-fixer-upper

The parasite watched Builderman from the shadows, ITS eyes trained on the survivor. IT scanned the area around the mansion, analyzing the situation in front of IT. It was quiet. What a lucky coincidence that nobody was around. IT couldn’t see any sign of HIM.. or the little gambler.. or the tired blue soldier, either. Perfect.

Now came the perfect time to strike.

[divine-swordsmaster]

[The air ran cold around him as he found himself back where this entire mess started once again.

Yoricks. It seemed that no matter what his feet led straight back here, as if it was an instinct.

Things were, for the most part, running quite smoothly. Well, for you at least, not for this beast that was seemingly being led by his very own instincts, to a place he felt he had very little knowledge or memory of.

And then, the corner of his eye caught something, and he swiveled his head to catch a better look at.. something..

No, not something. Someone. Someone big, someone tall, someone familiar.. He didn't approach, only watching from a distance. But his eyes were locked on this mystery person.]

( @theworldsarchitect . Time to traumatize funny chicken man)

-> It was him. It was Shedletsky, the beast's best friend. Or well... The beast's best friend if he could remember the damn man. The sentinel was seated in front of Yorick's tomb, his sword stuck into the ground and his back facing the beast. -> His head wings were pushed out, feathers ruffled a little. He looked tense, back hunched and arms folded over his lap. This would be a great time to strike him, yes, but it also seemed like too good of an opportunity.

[bestial-corruption]

[Gentle scraping noises began getting louder and louder, smooth, solid claws sharpening themselves on stone. And then, when they were at their loudest, they stopped.

The source of the scraping sound stared blankly, and even the voices quieted down as John came into his view.

...It was David.]

( @theworldsarchitect [Smiling deviousl y])

"Well, well, well now..." -> The king rose from his throne, the gentle hum of corruption seemed to consume the very space that the two entities inhabited. John smiled, his mutated claws flexing slightly. "Look who finally showed up..."