#eldcrgod

[hopewrought]

@eldcrgod

[terr1fy]

for the first time in a life defined by everyone else's expectations, the creature finally felt as if he was safe to make his own decisions. no one here was trying to burn him with torches, or impale him with pitchforks, and he didn't quite know how to express his gratitude. he moved with a heavy gait, shadow looming large against the walls. he carried his coat draped over one arm, revealing the thick sutures that formed a map of his creation. lily had told him that there were others here, others like him, and after days of recovery and silence, he felt as if he was ready to meet them.

the creature stopped outside of the glass containment tanks, eyes exploring the depths within. inside, a figure moved with a liquid elegance, a being of scales and fins that seemed to defy the clumsiness of the dry world. he stepped closer, pressing a scarred hand against the glass. he felt a strange, jarring kinship with the being on the other side. 'i have been told you are a man of books,' the creature said, his voice a low rumble. he spoke with the careful precision of someone who had learned language from the masters of poetry, not the mouths of men. he leaned his head toward the tank, his expression one of profound curiosity. 'they tell me you have a name and a history that began in a chamber not unlike my own. i have spent my life as a ghost in the world of men . . . do the walls of this place truly keep mobs at bay?' @eldcrgod.

[viralcure]

So maybe she was a  little  more nervous than normal. Her jitters gave her away if anyone paid close enough attention beyond   had to be all that coffee she drinks.   Coffee that she's got held in both hands, matter of fact. One for herself   ( sweeter than sweet needed to be ),   and the other carefully marked for Daimio himself. She tried not to overthink writing his name herself on his;  Good luck getting her to admit how long it took her to actually put pen to paper cup. She nods to a few of the other agents passing her in the hall, eventually coming up on Daimio's office. She cradles her drink into the crook of her elbow, freeing a hand to knock on the door frame.

       ❝ Sir? ❞   Cheeks dimple with a bright smile, doing her best to hide those nerves.   ❝ Got a second? ❞

⸻ °｡ @eldcrgod.

[m0dernmech]

"can you just SHUT THE FUCK UP?!"

oh.

oh, fuck.

robert hadn't meant to scream like that, but @eldcrgod was prattling on and on about some nonsense as he was trying to focus. the dispatcher grimaces as he sits there at his desk, knowing his faux pas already. great. just great. just what he needs today: a fight with flambae.

( it still haunts him that the other doesn't know. every time robert looks at that hand, he feels a strange guilt - which, he shouldn't, because he had just been doing his job. but he may actually like the guy now a little? kinda? sometimes? okay, rarely. definitely not now though. )

robert scrubs his hands over his face briefly as he braces himself for the oncoming danger -- whether it will be actual fire or a verbal lashing, robert knows he deserves it for snapping. he's just been extra tired lately, and fucking frustrated. another prototype core exploded right in his face this morning. he's been irritable every since, and he knows -- he knows he can't take out his anger on the others.

robert's still human though. ( at least, he thinks so. where does robert end and mecha man begin? ) he can make mistakes. right?

finally, he turns in the chair to face his fate.

[m0dernmech]

exhaustion seeps into what feels like his fucking cells at this point with how bone-tired he is. robert's feet drag as he enters the barren apartment. his left eye is swollen from a tussle, dried blood smeared under his nose. he stands there for a moment after closing the door before letting out a deep sigh. how much longer can he really keep going like this? he glances down at his gloves hands, silent, reflecting on his choices. all the money was gone now, every drop of savings dedicated to repairing any mecha man damage. he is tired.

fuck, he is tired.

robert yanks off the mecha man mask and lets it drop to the side. he takes in a slow breath to relax, eyes closing shut as the back of his head presses back onto the door. the apartment is quiet. it's relaxing. he starts drifting to sleep, desperate to regain back some energy...

wait, the apartment is quiet.

robert's eyes shoot open, and he's immediately crawling into the main area of the room, head darting around frantically in the low light: "beef? beef? here, boy." he doesn't know if he can handle @eldcrgod disappearing on him right now. "c'mon, beef..." there really isn't far he could go or hide. oh, jeez.