#plot: functionist

[rxng]

"Hugs don't always help. Wanna go break shit and let out some anger with me? I've got a box full of glass and old things I wanna get rid of anyways." @forged-through-flames

A Rung left alone would smile at that and decline. He likes to crush glass too but he's found others don't care for his rages.

This Rung smiles and promptly slams the manacle around his wrist into a rock, a crack going up the width. And into him. Ow.

"I think that sounds delightful, dear." He says, all power and certainty. He exudes confidence and love. Always love.

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

Some things can't be run from.

Some things can't be fought.

Some things are just inevitable.

[rxng]

@miner16

"Gah! You're real!"

He startles. Chains rattle, whipping against his leg.

Then he pauses. Slowly, he approaches, one hand held out to... just delicately touch an arm. Just to affirm.

"You-- you are real. You're-- exact, and perfect. You're the poetry-writer."

[rxng]

"I... I want to go back to dreaming. It's so nice there."

[rxng]

"What an awful colour gold is."

[rxng]

@convenientkeystorage

"And just be caught again? Mm, no."

"I can wait. No government lasts forever."

[rxng]

[ attention ] (glassxdancer)

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

@glassxdancer

As with any working mechanical under Functionist rule, he flinches at the touch. It's the only thing he hasn't been able to work himself out of, even if it always results in a laugh or a punishment.

He notices this one's EM Field soon after. It's a friend. For now.

"Oh, Drift. It's good to see you. Did you need something?"

[rxng]

:: I.... I figured out how to use a comm. Don't... Don't tell anyone... Please?:: --Gold!Roddy (@primalxfire )

Rung, browsing what small spaces of the web he can reach, nearly jumps when the notification patches through. Usually, comms. meant commands.

:: Of course not. But this line is not encrypted; I'm too much of a troublemaker for anyone to leave be, you know. ::