#nomorefalsegods

[synthozoid-blog]

@nomorefalsegods | starter call

Vision eyed the individual before him warily, trying to get a proper assessment of his purpose here. Never before had he seen a man appear as he did. It seemed correct to assume he’d never met anyone like this be- fore. The synthezoid remained floating a few inches in the air as he finally spoke.

“ Your gaze has not left the spot on my forehead         upon which the MIND GEM rests.                                          Is it of INTEREST to you? “

[temperamentalandangry]

Recruitment @nomorefalsegods

@nomorefalsegods Logan had just settled down to relax a bit for the rest of the evening, when a strange feeling made the hair on his neck stand up. Someone was in his place, that he tenderly called his ‘nest’ most of the times. It was an old warehouse, that he had claimed, but was sure no one would miss. Carefully, he set down the soda can he had been carrying and closed his eyes. His body was tensed up to an almost maximum degree. No one should find him here. No one knew where he was. No one should have come here. Steps, breathing; he could hear everything. It didn’t seem that the intruder was hesitant to come closer to him, so they were probably armed...or perhaps another mutant? A powerful one by all means if they just happened to step into his place like that. Slowly he let the trademark claws unseathe from inbetween his knuckles, making no noise but a soft, metallic brushing sound. Wolverine took a deep breath, trying to get a whiff of the strangers scent, so e could maybe recognize it but he couldn’t smell anything...anything familiar at least. Now there was only the sound of the water dripping from the broken pipes on the walls. The steps were goneand that made Logan look up and turn around. Confusion and surprise took a little of his temper away, but didnt let the claws go back in. “The hell are you?” he asked when he saw the strange looking person on the opposite of him, with a little tilt of his head.