𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑫

              blood.  the iron scent is all too familiar to ceres, much like the rotting sight of death.  something was wrong.  she could feel it, somehow, and worries that someone could be in trouble.  following her gut, she had rounded corner, heels of her shoes quietly tapping upon the ground until she finally found the source of what had caught her curiosity.  body, slumped over  ..  whether it was their blood that she was seeing, or another's –  she's not quite certain.  she stands frozen, grey eyes wide and throat dry.  she wants to say something, but words remain trapped.  in truth, ceres even fears stepping too close, but she can't budge from her own spot to even move backwards, or search for help  ..  well, until her body does decide to move.  each step is careful, cautious as she approaches against her better judgment.  click  ..  click  ..  click  ..  she can see movement in the body : clear signs of life, but she doesn't know how grievous the wounds might be. 

His remaining eye was quick to flicker open, steel-blue flashing a bright red upon noticing a presence near him. It'd been his own recklessness that'd landed him in such a rough state, but since when had it not? Risky way of doing things, not exactly thinking ahead to the consequences. That was his style. Go big, or go home. Not like he had a home to go back to, anyway. This particular time, he'd paid the price. Some thugs took a little too much interest in him, it seemed. Only able to repair the majority of damages himself before needing to power down to conserve energy.