#offwrld

[chaosnradios]

@offwrld (Continued)-

Irritation boils under his skin as he follows where the robot had scampered off too. A sigh leaving is lips as he looks up to where the other now stands, eyes narrowing under dark sunglasses at how the other seems to breathe. Almost human like.

But he’s not...

The thought passes in his mind, reminding himself what he’s dealing with. Who, he’s dealing with.

“Your land? You got a permit to be here? Don’t think so~”

He huffs as he walks closer to the blue container, but not to close. He’s to short to properly see over the edge if he gets within a certain distance of the thing, and he’s not about to climb it. Not about to risk anything...

“I’ve been ordered to take you in. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way~”

[ofthejunction]

:// u think bc we’re sisters that I won’t suplex you into another dimensi o n

[ncvcrmore]

“ has the king made good use of you ? he thinks no one notices when lifeforms join forces but he’s got you in the palm of his hand , doesn’t he ? just imagine life without him now . . . ”

“I will tell you that I joined him of my own volition. At least he’s not some sentient trash compactor that goes around terrorizing people.” 

[ofthejunction]

“ your time here was done long ago. what have you done to approach this situation besides hide in the corner and shiver like a cowardly mutt ? the treatment i gave to you is only wearing more on your sanity - twistlasting away at your insides painlessly to the point you don’t even realize it’s happening. your lungs are blackened , boy. they can’t forever , and once these final steps have been taken . . . you and all of these inhabitants will just cease to exist. ”

@offwrld

The words strike his ears – almost as loud and hard as a hammer on iron and steel. What Dread speaks to him are true.He thinks about it all daily, and even if he’d never admit he was terribly in denial - but his excuse of pulling late nights weren’t only because he had a laundry list of a workload to complete. Sleep didn’t come easy, and his mind rarely had the chance to ease itself into a safe and secure stupor long enough to get even a few hours of sleep.Dusty had noticed his health conditions too. No one needed to know.The one thing - however - that lights a fire in his belly is how he finishes his monologue towards the engineer. It’s high time he fights back, even if this time it’s with a twisted snarl of a glare and balled fists at his sides.“You have a weird way of copin’ with your own mortal coil, huh, Dread?” Dusty says. The darkened expression most often hidden behind a visor and a Battle Royale mask is visible, eyes flaring with indignant flames. “You can talk all you want about how I’m gonna die - but the one thing you’re wrong about is how efficient you think you really are about gettin’ rid of everyone else.” He keeps his distance, but he’s still visibly angry.“You can take all you want, but you can’t take who I am. Humans, people - ‘specially those who live on this Island - are gonna outlast you. You’re jus’ a machine… The kinda thing I take apart ‘n put back together because guess what, Dread?”Dusty glares, sneering – finally taking his stand.“You’re a machine and you’re gonna be nothin’ by the time you think you’re done. Keep threatenin’ me – but I don’t care anymore. I dismantle ‘n break things that are stronger than your grimy, wire-filled and ugly body.” The blond growls, tense, clenched hands shaking at his sides.

[ofthejunction]

Starter for @offwrld

Those who knew Dusty knew he simply couldn’t sleep. Whether it was the ADHD, sometimes the nerves, or an obsession with any of his current projects, there was always something to keep him up into the wee hours of the night. Still, unless it was a close companion -- no one ever knocked on the door this late. Let alone tripped one of the alarms, built into one of the several smaller and much more simple robots he’d been working on (to be kin of Nem0). He cautiously peers through the mail slot in the door of his workshop -- only to see a red LED screen with an expression he dreaded seeing. A face he never wanted to see again. “No. NO. Go away -- I’m n-not doing this right now.” His blood is cold, and his voice quakes. Dusty forces himself to take deep breaths, but the fear has already set in once more. “W-we’re through - I-I’m not doing anything else f-for you ever a-again.”

[ofromulus]

if you’re lucky, you die last.

There’s a chuckle - Pan glancing up from her crouched position, body soon rising to her full height when he speaks up. Finding no use in dismantling a machine that continued to be rebuilt by someone, the lycan knew they’d continue to exist in the same stagnant space until one got tired of it.

Still, she snorts.

“Oh, love — you know there’s no real way to kill me.” The woman rumbles back. “Even if you think you know, I assure you, it’d never work.”

[veuvebrisee]

THERE’S SOMETHING COMFORTING ABOUT HIS VOICE ,  the buzz ,  electronic inflection through circuit strung vocal chords .   he’s the first facet of familiarity she’s found since her arrival ,  and the only person she has been willing to spend her time around since .   she watches screen flicker ,  unfazed ,  merely a robotic equivalent of facial expression .   she furrows her brows and fixes him with a partial — frown in return .

“ I HAVE REASONS . ”   the question seems to dance around in the furthest reaches of the mind — space ,  echoed by a softer ,  more melancholic voice .   {  why must she hurt ?   why must she kill ?  }   “ to protect someone . ”   it’s said pointedly ,  but the answer isn’t directed to him ,  not really .   it’s reflected internally ,  attempts to quieten her companion .   but ,  deep down ,  the widowmaker knows there’s SOME FORM OF SELFISHNESS to her actions ,  in keeping amélie alive  — keeping their shared body alive —  she is keeping herself alive .   (  a cruel act of self — preservation .  )   but she’s free here ,  away from the threat of talon’s grasp ,  so why does she continue to vouch for violence as a first resort ?

see ,  there is a drawback to harbouring the emotions of two people ,  eventually ,  IT ALL BECOMES TOO MUCH ,  it’s an inevitability .   there’s a choice to be made ,  a switch flip :   feel everything   /   feel nothing .   widowmaker took comfort in the latter .   but sometimes ,  emotion is necessary ,  she will lean on it like a crutch of some sort ,  narrowed down ,  fined out ,  LIKE A PIN PRICK .   the moment of the kill is the only thing keeps her focused ,  it brings her back .   

“ it is the only time i feel anything . ”

@offwrld .     /     cont .

[divinitybreathed]

hello i would like to know more about goddess val. i would like to know her values, maybe, and what she's like - what she's aiming to accomplish at all times. i want to know all about her.

valerie - in any instance - values power. taking charge, having all the cards in her hand, being able to decide when and what she be. she also values personal power : the ability to remain independent, strong - willed, and dominantly in control in social settings. there’s a part of her, regardless of verse, that will seek to gain power above all else. above money, above love, above fame. she craves being in control because she spent so many of her young adult years having absolutely none of it. it’s an obsession, in some cases, and she feels sick whenever interacting with someone she believes has any sort of power - advantage over her. 

in her godly form, specifically in our shared verse, this obsession with power is all about spreading her influence and persuading - rather than outright demanding - mortals to serve her. she’s clever, she understands the importance of winning people over with charisma as opposed to brute force. it makes them more dedicated, willing to lay down everything out of love instead of fear. but she still insists she has to be feared - makes examples of those who betray her.

overall what she wants is an expansive influence. it feeds into her, increases her physical power.