Trying To Take Back My Life.

Not feeling the nasty business right now so how about we address lust’s more volatile cousin, wrath?

Send one of these in and I’ll talk about my muse.

How often do they find themselves fighting others?

Do they regret when they strike out? Find satisfaction in it?

How quick are they to resort to violence?

Is there anything that makes them snap faster?

Do they throw insults or fists first?

Have they killed before? How did it impact them?

If they could kill or harm another, without repercussions, would they? Who would it be? To what extent?

Do they believe it’s okay to use violence to resolve problems?

Is there a line they will not cross when it comes to violence/insults?

Do they try and justify their actions? How?

Do they have rituals or other motions they go through to calm themselves following violence?

Do they have any sort of visceral reaction to violence?

Are there certain times, currently or in their past, when they are more prone to violence than usual?

Are there certain places where they regularly find themselves in trouble?

What’s the worst situation they’ve ended up in before, due to violence?

Has anything good ever come to them from acting violently?

Do others tend to look down upon them for their actions? Whether benign or violent in nature?

Was violence a big part of their childhood?

Do they follow another’s teachings when it comes to their treatment of violence?

{ @enforcer-by-nature }

And there Rung stands by his desk, wide-opticked and open-mouthed with a lid in one hand and a can of goodies in the other, covered in confetti and glitter with a spring-loaded toy Trojan snake draped over his helm.

His shoulders tremble, antenna twitching forwards—

Before laughter bubbles out of him, bright and clear, as he hefts the can aloft for Max to see.

Fort Max stops in his tracks, seeing her run away, and bites his lip. This..was going to be much harder then he thought.

“I-I know that! I wanted to apologize. And make it up to you, if I can.” The big mech carefully makes his way towards her heat signature, careful to keep an eye on where he was stepping.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I never wanted that to happen.”

   Meredith froze, staring directly at the massive mech as he once again entered her sight lines. It did happen. Her home was destroyed because of his...honestly reasonable reaction to seeing the mech who caused him so much trauma. It just happened to be on top of the worst location for his revenge wrestling match.

“I can help you rebuild. I know you can do that yourself but-“ he waves his otherwise unoccupied servo around vaguely.

“…”

“I’m going to drop kick you”

…Oh dear.

Fortress Maximus takes a step back, helm cocked to the side.

Fort Max stops in his tracks, seeing her run away, and bites his lip. This..was going to be much harder then he thought.

“I had the most… interesting conversation with Three of Twelve, earlier. Apparently, no, most mecha don’t have the same amount of sensitivity and range of their electromagnetic fields as I do.”

Rung makes a self-depreciating little whirr.

“…”

“I’m going to drop kick you”

…Oh dear.

Fortress Maximus takes a step back, helm cocked to the side.