#insilentruin

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@insilentruin​ || Continued

Wolfwood couldn’t help the flinch as the pressure in the air increased around them at Knives’ ire. He could feel the Hornfreak shrinking back, and the priest squirmed a bit with the plant’s attention so focused on him. Maybe this was a bad idea....

...On second thought, remembering Ragyo and her threats had him dismissing that notion; even if Knives got annoyed enough to cut them down right here, it was better than her.

“It’s Ragyo, she-” wait, he didn’t know who Ragyo was, did he? Damn. “She’s an off-worlder, real powerful, an’ righ’ now wants our heads on a platter.” Well, more like the Hornfreak’s head. She had other plans for the priest, plans that made him shudder at the thought.

“I know it ain’t your business, I jus’-... You were the firs’ one I thought of.” As embarrassing as that was.

“Please...”

[numericalassassin]

@insilentruin from here

It was... odd to read so much fear and unease on a face that’s usually so well controlled, especially without feeling the accompanying empathic resonance they’re used to. They didn’t like it actually, not at all. It felt wrong in a way that twists their gut, worse then realizing they were alone in a world that they could hear no one and no one could hear them. Unnatural.

“I cannot hear you.” They say quietly, disconcerted even if they don’t show it much. “Something took your voice away, it feels empty now.” They shift uneasily and chitter, not sure whether they wanted to try to approach him or not. The feeling of his power may be gone but they weren’t familiar with what that could mean and didn’t know if it was just pulled close and hidden from feeling or if it was as gone as it felt. What would that mean?

They hum indecisively for a moment before straightening and approaching a few steps closer. They’re rather counting on his power either being gone (while they did not like the implications of that it would be convenient) or him being in no mood to chop them into little bits

“What happened to you? This is not meant to happen, this is not correct.” Their fingers twitch like they want to reach for him. “There is just a void, nothing there but emptiness, what the fuck happened?” They do reach for him then while whistling concern, almost to check that he’s real and physical and not just them seeing something that should be there but isn’t.

Zer0 wants to reach for him with bare hands and hear him there like they should be able to but they remember who this is. Baby steps.

[bluesummersknight]

@insilentruin​ || Continued

Legato hovered a bit, shifting uneasily from foot to foot in an uncharacteristically anxious display. He didn’t understand, he knew something was terribly wrong, but... Master’s tone clearly wanted him to leave, yet what if he needed help?? Almost unthinkable, but there had been that one time, in July...

That memory had Legato instead take a small step closer. His master was clearly upset, and shaken by something, and while Legato was by no means knowledgeable of other people’s emotional states, he knew crowding him wouldn’t be welcome. He maintained a distance, despite clearly wanting to move closer.

“Master, I’m sorry, but-... What is happening?” What’s wrong? “I felt... forgive me, but are you alright?”

[gunghogoons]

@insilentruin​

“Master Knives.” She was prompt with her arrival after finding out about his status. “I’m at your command. I can be your power until yours comes back. Though, I’m quite aware how little I measure up.”

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@insilentruin​

“...Mercy?”

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@insilentruin​ || Continued

He wasn’t sure whether that answer made him feel better or worse, but he obeyed the unspoken command and approached his master without much hesitation, stopping within arm’s reach as he knew Knives wanted, holding still even as the top (well, third, technically) button was deftly opened, low enough to reach below his chest, and Nick shivered a little as Knives’ fingers moved down his skin.

“Uh, sir-?” Knives would be able to feel him swallow as he almost playfully lifted the priest’s chin up, Wolfwood’s dark blue eyes anxiously meeting his own as he felt his cheeks heat up in a confusing mixture of emotions. There was an unspoken question there; ‘what do you want from me?’

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@insilentruin​

He’d heard whispers, and he’d been near enough to FEEL the shift in the air... Something had happened, something that had drastically weakened Knives. He wasn’t asleep, because the tension was often WORSE in that case, it was just... gone.

Wolfwood didn’t know what it was, but he recognized an opportunity when he saw it. Thanks to previous instances, he wouldn’t even be questioned heading to Knives’ chambers, and it almost felt like a sign that he didn’t run into Legato, either. When he entered the room, he was surprised to find the monster on the floor, unconscious. It almost looked like he’d been attacked, which lead to a whole new slew of questions, but there was no time to think about that. 

This was his chance!

Wolfwood drew his gun, once more, and took aim...

[nicholas-wolfwood]

“Punisher.” There was an…. Odd quality to the tone of he Plant’s voice. It was just a neutral drawl, rather than the hard-edged or biting tone it otherwise held.

The look in the ice blue eyes were odd, too, to say the least. Predatory interest, but with a warmer emotion than the cold sharpness he normally held. It might be curiosity on a less intimidating creature than Knives. ( @insilentruin have a thing, I dunno )

@insilentruin

He'd tensed at the voice- who wouldn't?!- and quickly turned around at attention, but the fear that usually came with it was... muted. Replaced with confusion.

"Uh... Yes, sir?" Cautious, and respectful of course (well, respectful for a brat like him), but Knives' tone and expression had fear and curiosity warring in his gut. This was new.

"Did ya... need somethin'?" He's silently hoping the answer is 'no', or 'get lost', but not with the same level of desperation as usual.