#corruptverse.

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Wicked Wisp

Continued from here.

@heir-apparently

When Charlie had first felt the sudden pang of uneasiness in their core, they’d assumed it was the result of a Lateral shift. They’d only been around for this once or twice before, and knew by now to search him out as soon as they felt the shift.

But by now it was taking far too long, the halls of the Clocktower seemed to be leading them the long way around and Char was almost starting to get frustrated with that when they caught a sudden flash of light out of the corner of their eye. Faster than they could react though, the little glowing ball rushed directly at them and slipped itself right up the bottom of their shirt.

“….Can I help you?” Char paused, checking down the front of their shirt and taking a look at the little ball of light and gears nestled up against their chest. Where the heck did that come from?

He trills a warm note, in ghost, carrying tones of happy possessiveness.  This is his and all his and all good.  He snugs as close to the warmbright core as he can get without jabbing them sharp in the chest.  His faint blue glow brightens, trying to answer their light even if he can’t see it.  Further tones laced with a feeling of Safety join the others with a soft whir.  

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Violet (Corruptverse)

Your Loyalty is never in question, dear weapon mine.  But I do so love when you express it anyway.

[Clockwork will deign to give them some gestures of physical affection to encourage the good behavior.  What a sweet and unquestioning tool, ready to mold the world to his whim, at his command.]

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Amaranth - Vile

[Clockwork cannot answer this offering of broken-hearted flowers, given that he’s long since dead at the hands of the giver, with the timeline collapsing around him shortly thereafter.]

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Corrupt verse: What's so fun about running the ghost zone?

Fun is such a paltry word for it.  

But just to be clear, I’m not running the Ghost Zone like some kind of Ruler.  No, no, that would be far out of line.  I assure you that I know my place.  I’m just here to offer some... guidance.  Keeping everything progressing smoothly, that’s my satisfaction. 

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👻 ((Corruptverse))

Send a 👻 to interact with a wisp version of my muse.

That certainly hadn’t gone the way he intended.  Not that he’s aware of it right now, but someone had thrown an unforeseen wrench into his plans, reverting him to-  This.  

The only thing on his mind now, is the need to find somewhere Safe.  Everything is Big and there’s a lot of Power nearby.  He’d woken up next to something warm and bright and small, and his instincts told him that if he could find the origin of that then he’d be Safe.

He’d been darting through the strange hallways for entirely too long before managing to catch the bigger light signature that matched.  One he does, though, he makes a beeline for them with intent to tuck himself into their shirt.  It’s astounding that a tiny ball composed of almost more movement than substance could press close without one of the tiny and delicate gears and mechanisms catching or pinching, but he manages it.  This is His.  He knows that, absolutely.

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Bonus: CorruptClockwork at his most honest.

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: )

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Mm.  The pretty moth can stay.