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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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HEY I’M REMAKING 02 because this blog is CLUTTERED AS FUCK come follow him over on @augurhound​ instead this blog is being ARCHIVED c: thank you for your understanding

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I HATE THIS.

Sapiosexual Wet Dream

Ex: Donna Tartt characters, the hot philosophy professor, turtleneck-wearers You're a bit of a pretentious douchebag, but that's okay! Because as long as there are dark academia fans that are willing to put up with your smoking habit and emotional incompetence, you're fine 

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"So you fought him too, eh? The guy from Galar who kinda looks a bit like a male stripper?" - @dragon-prince-behemoth​​

“Yes, and he went EASY on you.”

02 spits it a little more angrily than he means to, and the drone working to repair his arm chastises him with a static shock that forces him back into stillness. His free hand flies over a touchscreen monitor hooked up in his workshop, drawing lines and maps over a recreation of the arena he had such a brutal, humiliating loss in.

Already beginning work again is how you get better.

“He’s smarter than he looks, I’ll give him that. Taught me not to mistake him for some meathead jock. That’s fine,” He hisses, and the drone shocks him again.

“Next time, he won’t be walking away with just a couple scratches.”

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settdown​:

      He heard the bone snap; he’s been keeping count, that’s when he decides he’s done.

      This time, the blade that digs past his fur and skin and into his flesh gets no reaction aside from sharp fangs baring slightly and a look of disdain in the wolf’s eyes.

      ❝  You lose, but live to see another day. ❞

      Finally, 02′s body finds respite, Sett moving away while dripping blood. He stumbles for a moment, growling as he reaches fangs over to pull the knife out of his shoulder and toss it aside, the weapon clinking lightly. The crowd had long since grown quiet.

    ❝  A for effort, I guess, even though you should be dead. Lucky you, the boss fancies your STUPID bravery. ❞

02′s fingers raise, and the syllables on his lips start to bend the world to his will, but no energy to muster their power manifests. The Lancer simply lets his hand fall, and his mouth close as he pulls himself off of the ground and stumbles back several feet.

It hurt. Quite, quite badly, but nothing he wouldn’t survive and move past and become better for. This was a single piece in a puzzle in the steps of getting better.

“Fuck you,” He growls, and wipes blood from his mouth and gashes that litter his body. With a weary hand, 02′s fingers pull the knife to him again, and it flies to delicately settle in his hand.

At least he had that down.

Tempted to at least give Sett one last lashing with the syllables, but knowing that being shown mercy is a rare enough thing these days, 02 straightens his back as much he can, and drags his way out of the arena, trying to maintain the dignity he has left.

Next time. Do better next time.

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settdown​:

      As soon as he sees the hand reach for the gun, SETT rushes towards the other, bullets sinking into his flesh; too minuscule however for him to feel a thing. Mere seconds pass before 02 is pinned under the weight of the massive wolf, teeth and the stench of blood the first thing he sees and senses once their maw bears upon their features, limbs pinned.

     Next time, iron bullets would be recommended. Until next time, however, the Lancer will have to endure as SETT closes jaws overs the his shoulder, tight as he gives them a shake, like a toy, only to rise on hind legs and slam them back down unto the ground.

02 counts himself extremely lucky that his pain sensors are so terribly overloaded that he can’t really properly feel it. This is a bad, BAD spot to be in, and the Lancer knows that perfectly well. He hisses and kicks and claws and bites and scratches and does anything he can to try to pry the wolf off of him, but none of it works. Sett is simply too heavy.

The wind is painfully crushed out of him as he feels his vertebra fracture under the weight of the impact in the floor of the arena, and 02′s speakers let out a blast of static that fills the air. This is it--this is how he gets decommissioned. Alone and being mangled by a crime lord miles from home.

Then he remembers the knife. Then he rasps out o’ cold iron mine, and then it flies to his fingers. 02 is aware it likely won’t do anything other than enrage the beast on top of him, but a gadfly dies a gadfly, and when the blade pulls itself into his fingers, 02 grips it with a bloody hand and BURIES it into the shoulderblade of the wolf.

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settdown​:

      ❝  Heh, so not only you fight like a weasel… ❞

       He begins, laughing as he reels back slightly at the knife pressed to his throat. A smile almost too wicked for his situation, in which he could be hurt too bad to recover. Sett’s skin was thick, but he was still half-human.

      ❝  …But you’ve got the trickery of a rat as well. ❞

      He relaxes; slacking his shoulders and head, suspiciously so, then a glint from his eyes as he looks back up at 02.

      ❝  No, I don’t play dubious bets, so let’s make it even. ❞

       02 is dropped soon after SETT becomes a cloud of blue smoke, the area around the arena clouded by the aforementioned as it spreads further and further, nearly intoxicating. Until, at last, a force from the middle casts off the dusty penumbra. At the center of the arena, a being that 02 might not recognize. Four legs, sharp fangs, wolven appearance; fur of blue and red.

      ❝  You wanted trickery, let’s do trickery then, puppy. ❞

 The son of the sword and shield of Galar approaches.

“Fuck me.”

Sett is more crafty than the Lancer gave him credit for--he had to admit that now. And it’s infuriating to be outsmarted. The Fair Folk are a tricky lot indeed--but now 02 knew that. Adaptation does not come through success, it comes through failure, and--

And before he knows it there’s a giant fucking wolf bearing down on him with tooth and claw.

The crowd is going wild in his ears but the Lancer pays them very little mind. It’s only now that he really properly appreciates how alone he is--how fucked he probably is, too. Going down swinging is the only and best option. Maybe after this he’d work out a way to transmutate between platforms quickly.

Whatever. Right now he just pulls his sidearm from his belt (never go into a scrap without expecting it to turn into a fight for your life) and fires twelve rounds at the approaching wolf.

The tattoo on his hip burns as 02′s fingers weave in elegant patterns, motes of Light and Dark twisting between them. Maybe she’d give him something good this time.