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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
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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.
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.
"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."
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."
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."
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?"
//throwing this out here for everyone who liked my interaction gauge post and anyone else who is interested π€
//hey guys, I'd love to write with horror friendly accounts if anyone's interested #horrorrp #mvrp π
