#imherebecauseyourehere

     ❝ You born with those teeth, or did you earn them? ❞ Flick of tongue against canines, unfazed by the reality of oddities present before him. The world was filled with a variety of strange and unsettling things. Feral appearance, calm demeanor; a similar look albeit executed so differently. It was rather difficult to call Bellamy an animal in the presence of this one. ❝ Heheh, it doesn’t matter. Long as you’re using them. When things get rough you’re not going to have a choice . ❞

     Perhaps whites stained in questionable colors was the result of unwanted conflict. Then again, perhaps they had been willingly painted. Many could not discern a difference with emotion hidden beneath shades .

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

  Liquid citrine tumbling from a glass prison, breaking into droplets across a dusty hardwood floor as yet another victim fell at the BLOODY hands of a BEAST, lifeless form limp against the countertop.      A graveyard of ivory, a funeral dirge in the form of expression, a smug carnivore awaiting prey to fall carelessly into his open jaws - a rough chuckle expelled from scarred lips as the poor bastard was hauled off by comrades, all cursing his name.

             “Tough luck, boyo - try again some other time, aye?                       Well, now - -  Anyone else?“

The tavern was small, secluded, disheveled and filled to the brim with debauchery, violent revelry and sweat - wanted posters littered the walls, including his own, which currently had a knife stabbed straight through the wall between the eyes.       Outside the derelict remains of society, a sign hung boasting the atrocious establishment to be called the ‘WONKY DONKEY’, in relentless bold lettering, while under it, an advertisement for an ongoing drinking contest fraught with spelling errors indicated that a grand prize was to be presented to the victor.         He had been there for hours, now - haunting the Inn as some form of inebriation demon that would not fall, claiming the consciousness of many a contestant. There was no care for the prize, a New World log pose, as he merely utilized a Sea King’s sense of direction and his own nose to find where he had once been, but the booze was free as long as he kept winning, kept challenging, and that was sure as hell a nice deal.

【 @imherebecauseyourehere​  sent in】:   ❝ “ believe it or not, it’s hard to find someone with shared life experience. "❞

MARVEL CINEMATIC QUOTES | ACCEPTING

             There is TRUTH in those words, truth, and pain. People made mistakes, everyone had some kind of limitation. Life was NEVER  meant to be easy for anyone, which he believed was something a lot of them could have in common. But there were things only very few could truly believe and understand about one another. It was those similarities that he seemed to be speaking of.

          He was quiet for a moment, his mind carefully filtering through the remnants of his own past and experiences. 

                                                ______________________

“I... its... its huge!”

Seiko’s jaw practically dropped at the sight of the Dai-Gun Engann; she had never seen another ship like it in her entire life! In the New World one learned to expect the unexpected, but this was something else entirely! Even Naomi, clutching her hand seemed awestruck by the ship.

OPENING JUNGLE APPLICATION…

To be dismissed was such a regretful feeling.        The lapse in communication would last no more than insignificant moments, as anodic currents took a firm hold on the device in the beast’s enormous grip, the crackle of electric life rearranging the interface of the fascinating amalgamation of metal and will that was far foreign to the average GOLD-FORGED PDA. And around this new player, the malfunction of all nearby surveillance equipment was visibly acute.        His dominion as a KING was CHANGE, but his element was born and bred in the voltaic currents that allowed for technology to perceive and humanity to THINK. - - It was a simple and gentle dissuasion, for revealing himself too soon to the frosted lord of ORDER would be far too cumbersome a difficulty upgrade, the device would be blocked from all trackers, there were none who would be able to overhear the passive monotone that trickled from the phone, even after he was told to wait and dismissed.

                           “Viral Teppelin.       I apologize, but I would ask that you do not discuss this issue with the Blue King.              This may be abrupt, but I would prefer compliance on the matter,  as Munakata Reisi and I do not play well together. I have taken a risk in opening communication with you - - - you can understand high stake missions, can you not?           You, and another entity are of great interest to me.      I wish to know more, as your outputs are quite familiar, but I do not know why. In return, I can answer any questions you may have.”

Childish, of course, but the EVERCHANGING was not a creature who enjoyed being told he could not have his way.

                  “The Blue King is not holding you prisoner, is he?              Then you can come and go as you please?  If so, then it should not be a problem to meet me somewhere..        ....clandestine outside of Scepter 4.”

SPIN ON, A SPIRAL IN YOUR EYES;;FIRE BACKING YOU INTO A WALL;;

The pull had been relentless; a single point to where a swirling mass of universal potentialities converged - his specific future had already been made null by his own hands, leaving his reality doomed to the fanfare of their final hours... without a head, his thoughts could not race, as a single skeleton in the sand, he was forced to halt, for at least a moment.           But here he was - aboard his own vessel, sans the cacophony of bedlam proclaiming anarchy above them... it was likely, then, he had simply envisioned a glimpse of paradise, and had transported himself back through the timeways to a more peaceful moment. ... ah, it would be peaceful, if not for the sound of vermin within his gilded halls.

         A BEASTMAN, the manufactured weapons of the Spiral King, who reveled in their fabricated victory under a traitorous madman, who slaughtered (the sun the sky the stars THE HOME) everything they came across.                                                                He had gotten rid of most of them.                                 AND THIS ONE... (spoke to you like an equal)                    (LOOKED DOWN ON US JUST THE SAME)                                       (HE KILLED(I DID, NOT HIM)ANIKI.)        The soft glow to tired, tired, tired spiraled irises dimmed and brightened in sync to the piece at his throat, groaning in deep reverberation similar to the labored mechanical beating of a heart, and the Spiral Warrior kinked a bandaged neck sideways idly, disorder the smile of the deceased.

               “Not exactly interested in conversation with a damn animal.                                     ... did I pull ya’ here... ?”

Soft tenors bastardized by a violent, forceful bass, his voice held the undertones of the terrified youth he had clawed his way out of, but clipped and sheared into what he knew to be the proper way for a man to address a situation.

                   “... hn? My ship, you stupid furry, we’re on the Chouginga.”