#chaospage

Ah, um, may I offer you something a bit more nutritious instead? *sets a plate of buttered toast in front of the gremlin*

awfully cocky for someone who sleeps within wiggling distance of my current location…

Agitatedly, a haunting gaze comes to set its ghostly sights upon the knight with haste. Upon this night, as dreary as it be, his sanity sits teetering on the edge of morbid terrors. Threatening to spiral down, down, down into a black pit of ooze. What remains of his humanity melting upon trembling palms. Seeping through plagued fingertips and dripping down around his feet. His breath was rapid and rabid. All he could hear and all he could crave was the bitter sweet sounds of ear piercing wails while cloths are dirtied with crimson. His anger crawled up his spine like a vine. Gripping hold of every inch of his mind like a virus. He sighs, heavily. Still, unblinking. " If you wish to keep your head, sir. I suggest moving from in front of the door and let me take my leave.

     “ I do. “ Was his simple reply. Wondering if he should change his mind and deny him.. no. No, his body screamed for help. “ Though I don’t know how much help you can be, given my height and weight. Any help, is welcomed and appreciated, however. ”

          Finally, the corner of his lips tug into a smirk, and then a chuckle. “ ‘S interestin’ ‘s all. Aint no illness in it. Just aint even seen anyone like ya before, partner. So long as you don’t hurt me, I aint gonna hurt you. ”           He shifts back, then. Gloved thumbs tucking between his pants and belt. Brown hues take a once over the stranger. “ Where ya from, son ? ”

A firm servo clasps upon Apollos shoulder. His visor lighting up with a comforting flash of design. He clicks, moving his head slightly. " Anger will only cloud your judgment, old friend. I strongly advise you do not fall victim to it so easily. The organics are intelligent for their species, but unlike us they do not possess high data processors. They have much to learn. " Founders servo glides off his metal, allowing it to return back at his side. " Perhaps a walk will help clear your fog. "

Keir turned to face the stranger entirely - taking in the details of their gear. Many packs and packages, many layers scuffed with travel and battle. A soft one who knew how to fight, and stay alive. A survivor. And one not afraid to challenge boarders, and take a difficult path. Interesting. “I imagine you already know that the presence of one can change everything,” he said. “But I am glad you were not injured. I am Keir,” he laid a hand on his chest - an unusual hand, all metal and claws, almost a glove but not quite. “How would you prefer to be called?” A shrewd observer might notice that the way his arms bent were not quite normal - the way the cloth folded at the joints also unusual. Almost more like a puppet on strings than a person wearing clothing. The gestures learned, not necessarily natural. The raven would find a sort of chamber with organic matter crushed inside it - a mere pulp of long dead plants and rotted things not so appetizing even to a scavenger.

          Embedded claws release their hold on a blood leaked arm. Letting it fall limp and lifeless at his feet. His mask had already returned to his face and snapped into place with his free hand. Using the other now to secure it better.           Footsteps closed in, but ah, not from any threat. They belonged to something far more dangerous. The very man that dared steal the heart of a king. THIS king. He turns, eyebrows raising, and cheeks puffed from the devilish smile beneath. Eyes half lidded while a hand outstretched to his dearest beloved. “ Are you out here spying on me, my knight ? ” He jested, feet crossing over the other to fully turn and advice in helping close their gap.