#crazyprocessedsynth

He hadn't considered that one of his roommates might find him like this when he stumbled into the kitchen because lying in bed recovering from injury that was making his torso throb.

How long had it been since he was last injured, actually? His mind supplies him the disastrous encounter with Toji when he was a teen and the slashes from Sukuna during their clash. Those had left lingering aches and pains, but nothing like the sharp sting of the cuts that wrap around his ribs.

He almost doesn't take note of the other in the midst of leaning on the counter, elbows bracing him upright.

"WE WILL JUST HAVE TO MAKE OUR HOLE MORE ENTERTAINING. MAYBE IF WE FILLED IT WITH SHARKS"

Raiden winces at the sudden loud voice. He had chosen to sit next to the resting machine-- he's pretty sure it's a machine, at least-- because he was aiming for the quietest spot on the bus.

"Yeah, that's me." He mutters. "I'm not gonna be doing anything like that again for-- I don't know, maybe ever. Last of my budget."

❝ that is somehow deserving of the abyss? ❞

the ruins of yesteryear tell a strange story- one that beelzebub feels rather familiar with. had he not been there, leading the astral armies as they laid waste to world after world? when he had descended upon the skies by the will of the supreme deity, he left in his wake ruins just like these. it was the task of the new dawn god to remake the worlds that the dusk god left like this, and yet ... lucilius had not fulfilled his duties. in the end, beelzebub strayed from his task as well. where there once was a quiet wonder and love for all that existed before ⎛ and all that he would have to destroy ⎠ , hatred had settled.

hesperus had fallen to chaos, and beelzebub had risen from his rotted corpse.

so, his journey to yesteryear was rather odd- there was nothing for him in this place, other than the sudden rush of memories of everything that had gone wrong. perhaps he needed a place to reflect on such things. nothing improved without reflecting upon past failures. and if nothing else, beelzebub sought to grow. to change. to regain the power he had before and surpass it.

"Though I'm not one of them myself. Although I can see where you might get confused given the armor and weapons I have. Where do you hail from though? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before..."

It wasn't the first time she met someone that was a complete mechanical individual. Though they seemed a bit different from the rest Diancie had met prior to this. Although she couldn't sense too much hostility from them in the first place. Even if she almost managed to bump right into them while floating around the corner.

("I have to say that its pretty uncommon to see other non-humans around here.") The Pokémon said hopping around, looking over every part with an odd curiosity. ("Then again from the handful of encounters I've had myself a lot of people don't quite understand what I am either. Do you have a name I can call you by?")