🪆 * ﹕ㅤㅤ was it the fourth or fifth day of this endless night? maestro wasn't really fucking sure anymore, the last few dark days spent slowly and slowly trying to find his way back home to dune and typhoon after he had lost his cellphone and all of his precious puppets along the way. funny how people feared him, but this nightmarish event had essentially rendered him useless⸻ sister scope and father fist so easily destroyed by those demonic creatures, and yet maestro still limited himself to what remained of his moral code despite his complete heel turn to villainy. and every street, every alleyway, every corner, they felt like test, littered with corpses he could reanimate to defend himself, to help bring him closer to his found family, to the people who had saved his life when he was completely broken. and so he stood before a pile of mutilated corpses, people who'd been partially devoured but could still be useful, and all he had to do was touch them, to imbue them with his energy and make them vessels of his influence. he began to hold a hand out, fingers trembling as he reached toward the first corpse, body and mind reliving everyone's disgust and wrath during that incident months ago. but before his touch could connect, his attention was piqued by footsteps behind him... turning around expecting a gross zombie that somehow got separated from a herd, only to see that it was one of those overlord lackeys that typhoon had been spending time with. leaf or something, and that guy didn't even have control over plants. " what are you doing out here? " maestro raised an eyebrow, questioning and skeptical of the other man for no reason at all, except maybe for the light envy that he was also getting typhoon's attention. " seems like we're both a long way from home. " or at least he assumed so, their current location far from south halcyon were most villains congregated. @itsafacade
