#subsistence part 2

[dimittere]

thump. thump. thump. like a drumbeat that reigns supreme within his skull, a massive migraine, he hears it with great DISPLEASURE - the source of his current misery. as thrilling as it is to stretch his wings, he sensed no end goal in sight. being a military commander, a powerful warrior, he can tell without a shadow of a doubt, that something is alive and DANGEROUS and would not stop at nothing short of EXTERMINATING every living being on sight. your own future, a voice in the back of his skull mocks, but he pushes it back with an orb or energy into the chest of a cpn. flickering data screeches across his vision - before it falls silent. silence save for one thing. thump. THUMP. 

❝—-meddlesome, DISGUSTING things - begone with you, weaklings!❞ growling from the DEPTHS of his throat, too prideful by far to pay heed to the SUPPOSED help from the other city or the safe zones dotting the city. 

[rexerrat]

@glitchmasterslittlepuppet   / s.c.

{ 👑 } WITH SO MUCH POWER AT HIS fingertips, it is inevitable that some of it would get to his head. Much of it, in fact. He assumed that the part of him that has grown used to domestic living would be COMPLACENT to such a lifestyle, and truly, he's certainly worried about the people he likes —- but why render oneself to a sniveling wreck when you could do something. Anything. Crying has never done him any favors; when his mother couldn't defend herself, he PROUDLY stepped up to the plate. And now that this city needs its citizens to step in, he'll gladly have fun in his own way. Usually by inflicting pain upon CPNs, but sometimes … rather rarely … by offering support. ❝Hey KIDDO, you looked scraped up,❞ he shrugs, slinging his staff over one shoulder. ❝Need a healer?❞

[rexerrat]

@fcllmcxn   / s.c.

{ 👑 } HE DOESN'T MUCH APPRECIATE BEING THROWN back into his Spirale with the force of a heavy punch to the gut. There's no regard for his health and safety, and while he understands that there's little control in their fates, he'll still yell and SCREAM and altogether be an overdramatic nuisance. He hardly has a chance to do so, as when he's catapulted back into his own reality, he's slipping and sliding down rubble, stumbling over his own feet, before sinking to one knee. Eyes sweep over his surroundings, blood red and cold steel filling his vision —— he doesn't see any sign of corruption, but he made so much bloody noise it could all change in a second. SNAP! Ears twitch as he unsheathes his dagger, whirling around in a flutter upon … a girl. Just a regular girl. ❝-- Cripes, you STARTLED me! Any closer and ya would have been crispified.❞