#precognitor

[xaallo]

@precognitor's Lancer, comm'd from SpeckledPlanet

Please enjoy your weird little guy! <3

[skxrbrand]

precognitor

ratfucker.

" Say that again."

[darkestaken]

" ah ... homosexuelle ... ah. " shit eating grin.

❝ TA GUEULE. ❞

[byanyan]

item: preloaded debit cart with 200 dollars and a leather wallet full of activated gift cards. sorry i didn't let you rob me.

give item, get reactionㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤㅤ" sick. "ㅤthey haven't even finished looking through all the cards tucked inside the wallet when the enthusiastic comment slips through a broad (if also slightly baffled) grin. two hundred bucks on a card alone would last them a couple weeks, but with all the extra gift cards on top of that? there's a potential for it all to last a couple months, assuming they don't decide to splurge too hard — especially if they keep up their regular shoplifting which, really, they'd never give up even if they had all the money in the goddamn world.

ㅤㅤ" i'm gonna go fuckin' crazy in the food court tonight, holy shit. "ㅤalready planning out all of their favourite mall foods that they're going to devour later, byan snaps the wallet closed and lifts their gaze, only now eyeing the other's face with a decent amount of scrutiny.ㅤ" ...you stole all this, right? "ㅤbecause if he spent all this money just to pass it off to them, they're going to have to rethink accepting it, and they'd really rather not have to do that.ㅤ" found someone loaded up on gift cards, or somethin'? took 'em out of a store an' used some hacker shit t' activate 'em? anythin' but purchased 'em legally to hand off t' some kid you don't know, right? "

[vrepit-sa]

@precognitor // s.c.

Altean tech never came with instruction, and rarely with any indication of purpose. The scrap Two had come upon was no different, unfamiliar in make and design, but the eyes of one who fanatically went over alien technology of all kinds could recognize it for the data-chit it was. Most would've been incapable to glean the purpose of the thing. Most.

At first, it seemed Two would experience the same failure in his attempts to hook the alien data-chit to one of the omni-tools. As power was rerouted to it for a final time, the omni-tool suddenly protested, and following a burst of sparks, it fell into dark inactivity. Five minutes following the dead silence, it hummed to life again — orange once, then a bright blue, and finally, suddenly, a vibrant magenta.

A comms channel is pulled up. Half the HUD is missing; no contact list, no profile name. There's a screen though, and a text box.

Words appear as if someone were writing them. The letters glitch for a split second, resembling that of alien glyphs before converting to the omni-tool's default language by the time the simple, one-word message is posted in the empty chat window.

Hello.

[heliinx]

precognitor

two: your species is an embarrassment

“At least I am real. You are fake-automaton thing. Pale imitation of a worse-lesser species.”

[geckoodles]

Following the other art is another gift, of @precognitor‘s Lancer from @xaallo !

[gossamerashes]

@precognitor 

" What about what /my/ wolf wants, ah? Maybe he wants to go romp in a field and roll around in some dandelions, atop a mighty pile of gold. Or howl. Shall we howl together, m'lord? "

​ “Best start looking for a field of dandelions and a pile of gold, then.” Wolfram continues to see to his task, determined to get through at least one letter. “The beast grows… testy when denied for overlong.” He glances up from his work. The reality of the wolf’s needs and the driving force of its instinct are things Wolfram was born to. Tyviel does not have such a luxury. For reasons yet unknown to Wolfram, his animal chose not to kill Tyviel that night. That he feels a quiet sense of pride in the fact Tyviel has survived the transformation and taken to the beast warrants further investigation. Later. Not now. “Behave, Tyviel – and perhaps, tonight, we will hunt together.”