#executingegotist

[owlhxnter]

“So suddenly you wanna be the audience for when that Helmet Head tries- and will fail!! To beat me down?”

            “If it isn’t the man of the hour... Oh, from what I heard, the only beating that will be involved will be that of your behind. I think seeing you dominated would be almost as much of a treat as you taking a bath.” 

[infernotrigger-a]

“Did you just ask what my name was?” Putting a against his chest, feigning a gesture of theatrical shock. “Oh Samira, you tease too much! How could anyone forget a name like Draven! Maybe you need a little refreasher of how to say my name,” a quick wink was to follow with his teasing words, “c’mon, drinks’ll be on me even,” he offered.

𝕳er eye was only half lidded, unamused expression of slightly angled lips and subtly furrowed brows told the entirety of her answer. It wasn't one he probably wanted to hear.

" Oh yeeeessss, suuuure why noooot, I'll go have drinks with you the great ah- oh, right! " her sarcasm could have ascended Mount Targon, clapping palm tight leather gloves together as she feigned excitement over the very idea, " - the high command's favorite little toy! Dravis! "

[embrace-the-ethereal]

Draven aggressively kneaded the dough onto the kitchen counter. Allowing Lux to occupy his home and make station in the kitchen for her baking and confection concoctions. Draven fixed the dough with a glare, hands on his hips as he figured he had put too much flour, but trying to make it work. “Draven’s dough is ready, now what?” He drops the lumpy mess onto the counter in front of Lux as he cracked a grin.

Blinking would occur before words as ocean blue eyes shifted to gaze up at the smiling male before looking back down to the lump of dough that had been no less than completely manhandled before the soft string of laugher broke from the smaller woman's lips.

  “ Um Darling, You’re supposed to treat it with love not like it’s a convict in the arena. But you’ve done great so far. . . . Though would you maybe like some help, It isn’t supposed to be lumpy-  “

[ladybuvelle]

@executingegotist (From here x )

Had she not been able to anticipate his eagerness Sona surely would have flown off the mech’s shoulder. Her own heels dug in, mentally and physically grounding herself as the speed whipped her long, pale hair violently around.

The annoying thing about “common” machines - tanks, drones, planes, mechs - was the inability to control them or perceive their automated movements. Without a real brain there was nothing for Sona to connect with. No psychic mind-hacking to be had there. No seeing them before they were a threat. Only the more specialized psycho-AI machines the BRG employed in specific circumstances had any chance of being effected that way, if barely. So taking over Draven’s mech was out of the question.

The flip side, of course, is all such war machines were little more than toys anyway. Things to be cast aside if they got in her way. This one just happened to be useful right now. And its pilot, who very much had a brain that she could very much read, was very accommodating. She found that quite curious.

A thrill seeker? Ah. This one thrives on trouble. That could be a problem. That could be useful. It would likely be both.

She could feel a familiar vibration as they rapidly approached Sona’s target location. Her GEIST unit was near. Of all psycho-AI capable machines it was perhaps one of the most advanced - and especially tuned to Sona.

<We are approaching the target> she alerted Draven, <You may leave me here. It’s me they ultimately want.>

[zyrc]

“pl please grow me some weed”

this shit ain’t free

[ofironloyalty]

“Hey! Why dontcha tell your old man boyfriend to get down in the ring and fight me already?!”

— ❝ i have a husband, not a boyfriend. also, i am pretty certain he is not warrior who fights in pits either. the man you are looking for is in another ‘ castle ‘. ❞

@executingegotist

[formercrimsonelite]

@executingegotist cont. from here.

Obviously she was stronger than some weakling with a death sentence, yet still. The axe thrower's acknowledgment of her strength did spark a good amount of pride in Riven's heart. The corner of her lips tugged itself up in a smirk.

She relaxed her stance as he called for a break, and nodded. "Sure, a break does sound wise," she agreed, the adrenaline from earlier running its course, and leaving the woman feeling ready to drop. Not that she'd admit that now, at least to such a degree.

"I suppose that's true anyway... I've watched you work, and I've heard others describe what a spectacle it can be to witness." She paused and reached over to grab a bottle of water she'd set aside before they began. "I admit... I'm surprised you managed to turn a gloomy job into something...exciting for witnesses."

[trialofaxes]

“Hey there, good lookin’.” ;{)

“Well hello~”  He smirks, his eyes tracing over the other’s-- his own(?) form.  “Come here often?”