#riftrive

[the27percent]

@riftrive

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Atieno deeply wished that they could be surprised by the presence of such individuals. Taking an actual delight in the damages done by space monsters, but were they any better? For as much as they occasionally helped individuals out of such situations - this didn't seem to be one of them. Arrived too late, so much already in toll and their sudden appearance among the people may only make things worse.

Might as well take a more observant presence for once. They just found the cameras a bit gauche. They were never particularly opposed to destruction, figuring it a necessary presence in their own existence, in the universe at large.

Still, there had to be other ways of embracing that reality.

Atieno laughed at the notion of running around and screaming like everyone else.

"Ah, you're mistaken about that. Seen too many of these kinds of incidents for it to be truly thrilling to me. But I guess it's interesting to see. If only to learn more about the kind of beings out in the universe. "

Would they count as a fan? The robot had seemed a bit familiar, Atieno was sure they had heard mention of this guy from time to time in their travels.

They aren't sure and they don't feel terribly enthusiastic about hamming it up.

"Listen, I'm not here to be featured on anything in particular. So .. sorry, no extreme reactions from me I'm afraid. Surely your fans would be.. enthusiastic enough about your start to today's ...'coverage' hm?"

This all felt oddly small to them, and maybe that's why they had bothered to stop by in the first place.

[the27percent]

@riftrive

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There were moments where actions seemed to be taken without any potential reason. It was an impulse that occasionally rose within Atieno with this kind of strange ... feeling. Especially when it came to the likes of Renzo. Mostly if they were in the same spot as individuals, they would scan, keep an eye out - think through how they wanted to interact and then proceed.

However, with regards to him, they found themself in a peculiar place that they are struggling to explain. Were there words? Expressions that made sense? Or was it one of those weird moments where something comes up without any reason to do so.

When he talks about his dry cleaning being in another galaxy, Atieno lets go. They glance away, looking into the distance, and then looking back at him.

"Wish I had some specific reason for all that. Had a weird strange impulse going on. I ... I do apologize for it. Still trying to parse out exactly what I was trying to do here. Maybe I thought you were really close and was startled. "

They seem a little bit distracted, not really here - just kind of studying the kind of amusement that he was giving.

"Maybe I just.. wanted to do something like that. It.. it's been a while."

[chaoscrawls]

’ I’m performing a 'surgery' right now, care to join or better yet, watch? ’ // from Chaos

GORE SENTENCE STARTERS. - Accepting

"No no, carry on. Who am I to interrupt your fun?"

They had immediately been drawn to the being, something about them had called to the god. So when they had arrived and witnessed such a chaotic display they couldn't help but reveal themselves.

"Narrate to me what you're doing."

Carefully they wander behind them, looming over the other's shoulder as they work. Eyes focusing intently on each subtle gesture and deft movement that the other makes.

"Oh, and do let me know if you need a hand."

[muutosarchive]

can you stay? just for a little while? it would help. // fuck it Goldie @ Shadow

DRAMATIC & PROTECTIVE RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS / / @riftrive

his place in the world -- or, he supposes their place. it is largely undefined. the man made of shadows, & the rippling golden anomaly. made just for the satisfaction of one's innate desires. his own having to come to grips with the fact that his own daughter was not that, at all. had grown up with another man fulfilling that role, whilst the entirety of his memories were a farce. forgive shadow. yes, shadow & not midas. for his dna is made up of the greedy. the selfishness. the desire, & the innate need for POSSESSION, & yet lacking all of the means to provide it to himself... except, for his intellect. could not formulate midas believably without his genius, could they? his daughter.. no -- jules. jules, is her name. she knows him best.

deep, royal palm slaps against the door-frame with a soft thud, though it's nothing to do with the gold one. fingers pressing, bending the knuckles backward as he hangs his head, in slight shame. a grimace forms, whilst staring at the floor. brows narrowed in quiet contemplation. does he give in, to the things his brain tells him? how does one live their lives like this? by leaning into their shadow, or by running away?

hand slides -- parting from the wall, slowly. to fall upon slacks softly radiating violet cube energy. "are you sure?" he wonders, aloud. "i-wouldn't want to confuse you more than we already are."