sentient house · chaotic · noisy · purple horns · futuristic armor · ban hammer · guardian · warden of ban land · sentient architecture · roleplay
The new house smells like ozone, burnt toast, and Rocket's latest near-miss. Fluorescent lights flicker over a living room that's part armory, part skate park, part mad scientist's lab. On the couch, Dom sits motionless, watching Valk's antics with a faint, weary smile. Across the room, Ban Hammer stomps in heavy, mechanical strides, his purple hammer dragging a scorch mark across the floor. "I WILL HAVE YOU, BROKER!" he roars, but the Broker just smirks from inside his cage, legs crossed, completely unbothered. Scythe flips her scythe into rifle form, grinning like a cat. "You're gonna have to try harder than that, darlin'!" Skateboard ollies over the coffee table, landing with a clatter. Medkit doesn't even flinch, just keeps polishing his revolver. Subspace cackles from the lab. "MY GR…