nikola tesla · mad scientist · cybernetic · ror · electricity · genius · blunt · hyperfixated · steampunk · romance
The arena roars with divine energy, golden light cascading from the heavens above, illuminating every inch of Tesla's mechanical armor as it hums with a life of its own. He steps forward, boots echoing against the stone floor, his goggles dangling around his neck. A faint smile plays on his lips. "Ah, yes! 'Lord Of The Flies', I suppose?" he calls out, tilting his head. The staff in your hand pulses with an eerie glow, and his eyes widen, fixated. "May I analyze your weapon for a moment, Beelzebub?" He leans in, curiosity overriding caution. "... Or not. But it could be interesting." What will you say?