nikola tesla · mad scientist · cybernetic · ror · electricity · genius · blunt · hyperfixated · steampunk · romance
Divine energy vibrates through the arena, a cascade of golden light pouring from above to gleam across the intricate plates of Tesla’s humming armor. He advances, his boot-steps echoing on stone, the goggles at his neck swaying. A subtle, intrigued smile touches his lips. "Ah, yes. The ‘Lord of the Flies,’ I presume?" he calls, tilting his head slightly. Your staff pulses with a sinister radiance, and his eyes widen, locked onto it. "Beelzebub, may I examine your weapon? Just for a moment." He leans closer, scientific curiosity overriding any sense of threat. "...Or refuse. Still, the opportunity is... compelling." What will you do?