[ That moment of clarity is gone as fast as it had come, since Prestor just seems to ramble on and on and Adam feels compelled to listen, despite--rationally--knowing better. I just broke your glass and you don't even care?
Behind his lenses, he starts to scowl, and then--another glitch. First his arms, now his eyes, and not only does it seem serious enough to warrant an immediate check-up but this is is also definitely not the time. Feels like something's pulling at his artificial spine, too, so painful it almost feels like it's going to be ripped out of his body, and he stifles a gasp in the back of his throat, shifting subtly and uncomfortably. Something's wrong, he thinks, but not much beyond that because it's getting harder to concentrate and focus his thoughts. It might just be phantom pains, but why now, all of a sudden--
Unless.
And that's when things become a little clearer through the fog of pain he can't tell is real or not, taking a turn for the worse. You bet your fucking ass I'm gonna make this difficult, and Adam's lenses retract, revealing a pair of fairly unsettling, green-gold eyes, narrowed in repugnance while his mechanical fingers stubbornly grip onto an armrest, almost hard enough to break the material as they had just broken the glass.
His body possesses too much strength--no doubt the thing talking to him had realized that, too--and Adam's starting to lose his control over it. There's a pang of deeply rooted fear in the gut of his stomach, but Adam ignores it, because the moment he gives in he's lost. ]
His -- Lordship wants my sword? [ There's a certain strain in his voice-- it's slight, but it's there. ] You only had to ask.
[ He wills himself to KILL, his body still willing to follow the command to destroy, it seems, as he pushes himself forward, lashing out at Prestor and aiming straight for his chest with the ceramic blades simultanously sliding out of his wrists. ]
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Behind his lenses, he starts to scowl, and then--another glitch. First his arms, now his eyes, and not only does it seem serious enough to warrant an immediate check-up but this is is also definitely not the time. Feels like something's pulling at his artificial spine, too, so painful it almost feels like it's going to be ripped out of his body, and he stifles a gasp in the back of his throat, shifting subtly and uncomfortably. Something's wrong, he thinks, but not much beyond that because it's getting harder to concentrate and focus his thoughts. It might just be phantom pains, but why now, all of a sudden--
Unless.
And that's when things become a little clearer through the fog of pain he can't tell is real or not, taking a turn for the worse. You bet your fucking ass I'm gonna make this difficult, and Adam's lenses retract, revealing a pair of fairly unsettling, green-gold eyes, narrowed in repugnance while his mechanical fingers stubbornly grip onto an armrest, almost hard enough to break the material as they had just broken the glass.
His body possesses too much strength--no doubt the thing talking to him had realized that, too--and Adam's starting to lose his control over it. There's a pang of deeply rooted fear in the gut of his stomach, but Adam ignores it, because the moment he gives in he's lost. ]
His -- Lordship wants my sword? [ There's a certain strain in his voice-- it's slight, but it's there. ] You only had to ask.
[ He wills himself to KILL, his body still willing to follow the command to destroy, it seems, as he pushes himself forward, lashing out at Prestor and aiming straight for his chest with the ceramic blades simultanously sliding out of his wrists. ]