This is long overdue.

So many designs, so little time.

Throws a Sentinel at a wall.

They aren't gone. I hear them still.

She watches them go with something akin to an overly exaggerated pout. "It was nice, for a time," her lamentation quickly unravels into a smirk, making its sincerity difficult to discern. "Magnificence to you, is often Builder [trash] to me. Worthless. Stolen—" with a -

𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍.”

_________________________________ ❞𝓘... 𝓖𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽... ...𝓔𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷❜𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓶...❞ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ⊚ 𝙰𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌 𝙾𝙲 ⊚ 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜/𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 ⊚ 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝟸 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 ⊚ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝚞𝚗 ⊚ 𝚂𝙵𝚆 _________________________________ 𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜/𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 ⇣ ↻ & ♡?

༺ 𝕊𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖 𝔼𝕚𝕕𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ༻ ༺ 𝕍𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝔸𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖 & ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕄𝕀𝕟𝕕 ༻ ↻ & ♡? { 𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜/𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 ⇣ }

ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ. 1. ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀ ꜱᴏʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ.

What else matters?

Using slander does not place me beneath 𝘺𝘰𝘶 or your kin.

It is the tool of many. It is not always a tool of choice. But, it is a tool that can break or fix when applied correctly.

Your ego outshines you. I do not do the unnecessary. Only [apes] sit on the otherside of your shallow mirror— Even that is too deep.

What do you believe I make the comparison between?

Comparisons are informative.

With a hum she leans over to one side before nodding. A hand slips ever cautiously into his as she steps forward. "My weaponry is ready. My skills require polish, and perhaps this battle will be enjoyable..."

Says you. One consisting of far less worth than I.

A piece of potential. A piece of peace. #SeductiveSunday

The open form of a Binary Rifle lays across her lap. Shards of metal float loosely in place as her fingers work diligently at the machinery within. She doesn't look up from her work, wholly absorbed by the small changes she's trying to make.

Losing stole everything.

Why would I grant you the courtesy of a 'win'?

Ignorance changes nothing.

What a poor imitation you are.

Assumptions. Assumptions... But...you finally understand, and what a marvel it is.

Arrogance born of an attempt to trivialise. It is... [adorable].

Arrogance is a poor fit on you.

Throwing daggers at the tl.

"Useful. Perhaps." There's a flicker of glee in her words in spite of their nonchalance. "Should it prove challenging enough, even battle will suffice. Idleness has stung me for far too long."

I am a honed blade. If there is any irritation it is a consequence of your presence. Heh— 'not mediocre'? We cannot be mediocre. Even filthy Builders are anything but.

Life loses its luster.

ᴡɪᴅᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʟᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇʀ

"I am not opposed to company. You would be no burden. A blade's voice, rather than that of a... [toy]. Do you have a task to propose?"

Humans bathe in mediocrity. I'll be the hand that pushes you under.

"Aya. What more could there be than the thrill of dousing life's fire?"

Why not be 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳?

Her movements slow, and her voice evens out into a display of knowing. She knows as little as them. “Are they?” She’s not bothered by the answer. Her attention drifts to the one that bows with elevated fascination. “Curtesy’s are a joy to observe,” her head tilts in -

A fix can be implemented. Don't you want to feel it?

Your silence.

He suffered. I'm sure he did. I know he did. My hands would have been better... a view would have sufficed. I did. It put me here. It stole the view I craved, and gave me whatever this is.

Heh... Almost perfect. Alas, perfection was snatched from my fingers. I was not the one to snuff them from this life— a conniving, [two-faced] and thieving Builder deserved no less! Instead I got a sycophant.

Don't engage. Cease relating.

Enemies. 'Friends'. Lovers— Do you have a favourite moment?

An unfortunate occurrence... Violence is the only sweetness life has left to offer— It fades so beautifully.

Violence is always delightful.