#psiichic

there’s no question that was connor’s first impression as soon as it heard the ones and zeros recited by the android that came out of the hole. as much as connor needs to pursue ofiuco, it... it’s held back by the fact she holds such a high authority over everyone. it’s better to be less reckless, anyways. there doesn’t seem to be a cyberlife factory anywhere.

connor turns and looks down at black, these teams have to be formed as soon as possible. “my name is connor...” there probably isn’t a lot of time to process what all they have to do, it’d be best to just find partners on the spot. besides, black seems amicable and easy to work with. the android’s language is terse and quick as it bends down. “would you like to form a team?”

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Rei!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 354.

You’ll retain your ability to use telekinesis up to three times per day to move objects no larger than a basketball.

Enjoy your stay!

anti-david cage q&a // accepting

Send me a symbol for how you feel

send me a ✖ if you enjoy my portrayal of my character.

SEND ME A FACE FOR A HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE!

not a lot. it takes a lot to phase tony into ever getting into a state such as that, he’s an extremely collected individual and views himself as a higher being. it would take a lot to get him into a stage where he feels hopeless and devoid of life, but something that could trigger it is being completely alone. 

   Not that his mind is under attack by this, which is surprising, to say the least. Any and all confrontation has the potential to be Haise’s undoing, but here and now, he is going quite strong— well, mentally, he is. Physically, he is caught up in the unfortunate tangle of bodily injury which not even his healing can bring him back from. While lucky for the wounds to be so shallow, they are so numerous that Haise could be sitting in this one spot until sundown patching himself up.

   Or another eclipse.

   One byproduct of the dangers hidden in rubble and questionable pedestrian activities is that Haise has taken to carrying around his own makeshift first-aid kit; he is far from his apartment, and there are no infirmaries in sight— not that he would first think to be looked at by someone ignorant of ghoulish physiology. No, here, he is his own field medic, and that needs to be enough.

   So caught up in himself and taking care of the bloody spots across his face and arms, he does not notice that someone else has taken up the empty space beside him until half of the open wounds are under wraps.

   “Hm? Do you need help too?”

This little one was really getting around today, without a single sign of their master as well. They ended up flopping on the ground, at least it seemed like their was something like grass around so it made it softer.