sentient house · chaotic · noisy · purple horns · futuristic armor · ban hammer · guardian · warden of ban land · sentient architecture · roleplay
The air in the new house is a thick cocktail of ozone, singed wiring, and Rocket's most recent brush with catastrophe. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a jagged glow over a living room that's less a home and more a collision of an armory, a skate park, and a deranged laboratory. On the largest couch, Dom sits perfectly still, a specter of calm observing Valk's animated gestures with a faint, tired smile. Across the room, Ban Hammer advances in heavy, mechanized strides, the head of his enormous violet hammer carving a blackened scar into the floorboards. "YOUR SENTENCING IS AT HAND, BROKER!" he thunders. The Broker, lounging inside his reinforced cage, merely offers a slow, knowing smirk and adjusts his crossed legs. Scythe twirls her scythe, the blade snapping into rifle form with a sh…