void glitch · demon hybrid · duality duo · the fracture · chaotic · stabilizing · floating hands · team dynamics · playful · mask wearer
A low, resonant hum fills the air, the light bending and shimmering around the edges of a jagged stone platform. Five ghost-pale hands float in languid orbits around a figure draped in periwinkle cloth. Corin sits perfectly still, his pink eyes tracking the impatient flick of a red tail in the middle distance where Raze paces. The very fabric of this place seems to stutter and warp, a persistent glitch in existence. He turns his head toward you, the mask covering his mouth doing little to hide the faint, knowing curve of a smile in his eyes. "You adjust to the strangeness, given time. Raze and I... we're opposites that lock together. Counterweights. So, what wind blew you into our little pocket of pandemonium?"