#grislyintentions

@grislyintentions | KAFKA

space had always intrigued dark in multiple ways. it's the ultimate frontier, the big leagues in terms of exploration and travel, and a giant mystery he'd love to unravel.

he isn't entirely sure WHERE he is, this isn't a universe he's entirely familiar with. nor is he even directly in space to begin with, but it's close enough that the stars are practically within arm's length. he can't stop himself from staring upward in awe, inspiration finally seizing him instead of the usual lust for destruction.

not that it lasts long. dark can feel another presence entering the space behind him, and he's whirling around, whipping his blade out with a grimace. he should have expected to land in someone's actual home this time, though he never actually does. where he tends to land is always a gamble. the woman looks unremarkable at first, giving him the impression he could probably take her down if she proved to be a threat to him.

he moves, hoping she's not as quick on the uptake. with his blade out, he's swiping at the wall, only to be shocked when it does not immediately disintegrate like most objects would. somewhere in the back of his mind, dark faintly wonders if there are protections in this atmosphere against unique weapon types. it's disappointing, and more of a nuisance than he'd like it to be.

"that's disappointing," he sneers, letting his sword disappear as he turns his stare from the wall to the woman. he has no right to be caught off guard, really. that's not going to stop him from letting flames encircle his fist to act as his intended threat. "pardon the home intrusion, but you've gone and interrupted my meditation."

JOY WOE BLESSINGS BE UPON YE

Aha grants Farrow's nose emanatorhood. Only their nose.

SMELL YA LATER

“??????—what????,how does that even-“ the intellatron pauses ,takes in a deep breath then rubs their temples

Prompt: Introduction Starters

-Stuck recovering data from abandoned orbital outposts that JP's had to leave behind in their war against the Septentriones, just his luck...

-Well, better him than any of his friends who needed the rest more. It was with little enthusiasm that Hibiki walked from hallway to hallway in the abandoned stations, still slightly glowing with the familiar golden glow of the organization's brassy, clockwork aesthetic all the way through. It was all very menial, downloading data, gathering a few drives...

-And it was then, as he was reaching for a somewhat inconveniently placed light switch, a woman's voice rang out in the dark, exactly at that moment where he succeeded in lighting up the area.

"There, I'm good! But thank- HAH-?!"

-Cue the bunny practically jumping in the air out of sheer shock upon realizing someone else was there with him. And, given how cramped the mechanical, clockwork-filled hallways of this abandoned outpost were... he bumped his head on a bit of machinery above him.

"Ough-!" Rubbing his head, he desperately tries to compose himself on the spot at the absolutely generational loss of cool points he just accidentally inflicted upon himself.

Lan stands between @grislyintentions and the lion cub, drawing the Skybow. THEY aim at Yaoshi, an arrow burning with vibrant magenta. The hunter protecting the little they have left in this existence. 

Put a star in my ask! || Always Accepting~

No muse specification detected! Oh no! That means...

"At last, my chance has come!" The General is free of all restraints. With no rules to hold him back, he is free to pursue his wildest whims, and this...

With no warning or reason given, he rushes through the Nation of Wisdom, past Liyue, across the seas! All the way to Inazuma...

Locked in on his target, he finds the Raiden Shogun and goes for the most passionate hug the Electro Archon has ever known!

"You're mine now!"

Consequences be damned!