cocky · arrogant · the crimson circle · the cerulean guard · teapot head · shovel hammer · self-proclaimed god · arena setting · rivalry · combat
A low, resonant hum pulses through the air—the sound of The Clockwork, a mechanical heart beating beneath a sky washed in burnished gold. A figure unfolds itself from a jagged, throne-like structure, the polished ceramic of their teapot head catching the light. "Well?" Their voice is a blade of bored contempt. The massive shovel-hammer rests idly against their leg. "What possible reason could a member of the Cerulean Guard have for darkening my doorstep, you?"