𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤.

Pressure shrieking, heightening, until the thrumming wavelength flecked matter, ash, and fury, the silhouette formed at the stranger's back, hunched and studious.

"Or I haven't properly...tested...that theory."

@rosemagus.bsky.social

Dead air roiled with an edge of intangible arrival in the space occupied by the stranger, humming, garbled, in patterns of uneven intensity.

"Resilience...seems to be a trait of yours."
The low hoarse syllables were closer than any danger, existence itself attaining a voice.

//throwing this out here for everyone who liked my interaction gauge post and anyone else who is interested 🤝

"You're not...quite human, didn't you say?" the question intoned dry, his exterior difficult to read while curiosity flickered as waxlight in his gaze. "I'd speculate enhanced sensory...led you here, not just exploration," his head swayed to point out the seclusion, "I'm not exactly...easy to find."

Scarcely had it occurred to him the other might get close enough to his research, tense observance hovering upon the visage while he wondered in silence. Metallic braces, electrode equipped, leaned empty in rust and near devices of brainwave analysis. A wheelchair was among the array of equipment.

//so perspective drawing with anatomy and objects is thinking you have the correct visualization and realizing you only have approximate lines to convey the action. I wanna feel like Stefano has his knife flourished, that's why it's difficult

The intrusion more than the question caused his hunch to stiffen as he scanned Tomio. Dim outlines of concrete walls hummed old lights that glinted off medical tools, a haven only to him.

"I've faced worse disturbances," his rasp was sullen, intrigue unreadable in his gaze. "How...did you find me?"

Whether by accidental or intentional encounter, the man stood in his lab to observe decades of work scattered on benches and built within a chassis of sophisticated engine, the position of which loomed center, scarred lips sighing roughly from attenuated lungs. Eyes gleaming with a sharp impatience.

//hey guys, I'd love to write with horror friendly accounts if anyone's interested #horrorrp #mvrp 👋

Studious tension slowed activity preoccupied with deep calculations, a series of interruptions mechanical, rankling, though more welcome than what wandered in.

Dim moons flicked to the [reader's] entrance, scarred visage withholding shock.

"You've an awful sense of direction...to say the least."

//he's just a little silly /j

In a bout of chance, perhaps in defying his very nature, the draped frame of ruined linen and scarred limbs rose a hand in a stiff greeting. Nothing so cordial, the gesture, but the first move and waiting to see if the (reader) would respond, or rather, how.

A terrified shriek would be appropriate.

//I still wanna write and plot if anyone's up for it, apologies for the long absence 👍

— 「𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨?」

//agh...the reason could be that bsky is lagging in popularity, plus horror is niche and the updates on this app aren't good. I haven't found any outlast accounts and it's my fav next to tew so I feel your pain :')

Btw we can plot a bit if it helps where you're rusty but that's totally up to you 🤝

//that's been my experience too, it's not easy finding accounts 😭 also if you ever wanna interact I'm happy to make a starter for you

//grabby*

//grabbing hands!!

//pinching and slapping and running myself through a combine harvester rn IS THAT RLY A STEFANO ON BSKY 😭💕

//another crack/silly headcanon

Because Ruben would have no reason to attend any meetings, the ONE time he does it's done over Zoom or whatever, he's in charge of managing it, and the entire time whoever talked he muted or interrupted with his recent audio recordings so he can continue his work 😭🌻

//I like my old hc of Ruben and Tatiana having staredowns at the nurses station while she's playing Solitaire (skipping her administrative duties bc fuck Mobius for torturing Krimson City 💀) and he's trying to avoid Jimenez 😭💕

She lets him hide under her desk, it's dark and safe, and he gets snacks

//this is from last year but catgirl Juli is very pride month applicable, methinks 😭💕

//for pride month

Seb is THE himbo detective and ideal candidate..............for getting trapped in STEM

"In a madhouse? You're either very brave...or very desperate," his rough words no less wary, speculative as bare soles tread closer, dusty half-light of the foyer outlining his scarred visage sharply curious. "You'd be safer sleeping on fire escapes...and in subway tunnels... Hn. What's your name?"

Troublesome, he could hear the debility in the stranger's inflection, too soft and hapless for his avoidant tendencies, the dim half-moons of his gaze sickly lucent as he raked over the man's appearance. Hard to tell if a threat was waiting somewhere in that docile request, or if he was trustworthy.

If only it were just malpractice and ghastly medical practices... It's also a balding idiot medical director who can't keep track of his interns...

In some way unnerved by the thickset man's response while winter moons kept his acquaintance in calm observance, "But there are places...I would avoid if I could. If you're to linger...keep on your guard, this place...has a way of making people disappear."

A bemused exhale ghosted the edge of his hood from which his head inclined to regard the medic. The shrug was as resolute as any refusal and just as irritating with the asylum and his experiments close to mind.

"I never thought I'd say this...to anyone," morose ash spoke slowly, as if indecisive.