ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ⠀ᡣ 𝚂̲𝙾̲𝚄̲𝙻̲𝙼̲𝙰̲𝚃̲𝙴̲ ̲ ♱

@userkitsune 
            / looks around awkwardly in writing a late ass reply
            
            the half viltrumite merely tilted his head to the side as he looked at all the chaos below him , hands on his hips as he let out an exasperated sigh . was he really gonna have to clean this up ? seriously ? he wasn't even bothered by the guy who seemed to take offense despite / literally / being the only other person there  , " no offense , but uhh if you're the one guy just standing around a really messed up area , it's a reasonable conclusion to make . "
            it was apparent invincible wasn't just any man either , with the bright colors of his suit and the way he was floating in the air nonchalantly . making banter even with the enemy was kind of his thing , but the complaints were genuine , he really did just want to go home and have the longest sleep of his life , " you're innocent until proven guilty i guess , but you've got a lot of explaining to do . "

@IINVINCIBLES  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
            
            The figure turned abruptly, his movements fluid and deliberate, like a shadow given life. His crimson eyes locked onto the other, glowing faintly with a mixture of confusion and irritation. "I beg your pardon?" he said, his voice soft yet edged with an undeniable chill, each word lingering in the air like frost. "Did you just assume that I’m the one causing trouble? How foolish." A faint tsk escaped his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest.  He stood tall, the black silk of his kimono catching the faint light as it shifted with his movements. Red lace patterns etched across the fabric in intricate, almost serpentine designs, giving the garment an aura both elegant and ominous. The crimson threads shimmered like embers against the dark cloth.  His long, silky black hair swayed behind him in the wind, each strand catching the faintest hints of moonlight. The contrast between his cold gaze and the hypnotic elegance of his attire made him a figure who commanded attention without uttering another word.  Still, he lingered there, unmoving, his piercing eyes never leaving the other as if daring them to challenge him further. There was no mistaking it—this was no ordinary man but someone who carried the weight of secrets and power, cloaked in mystery as much as silk.

@kablooey- ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"   i'm trying to get rid of a cheeky spirit that you clearly can not see.  "   said the tall figure wearing a black kimono with red lace patterns. his hands waving his paper fan side to side, gracefully moving with the cold breeze while his crimson eyes focused intently on trying to get rid of the troublesome spirit.

@userkitsune 
            
            The man stepped back to observe the mysterious man taking in his unusual appearance, head tilted off to the side. Needless to say he had been quite amused. It's not everyday he had an odd being come on through like this. Couldn't complain though, he was handsome. "Foster." He turned and slid him a bottle of water. "Maybe drink this, help clear your mind of those troublesome thoughts."

@maneater--  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ the man wore a black kimono with red laced parterns, his hair black like the night sky, silky and long to the point that it reached a little passed his hips. he was a little surprised that the man wanted to know his name and even speak to him which made him a little unease, however he saw no malice coming from them. so maybe, just maybe he could ease up.  "  yozara.. and yours? "   his eyes flickering back on them but this time he faced him properly, his features sharp yet soft and as for his crimson eyes. they seem to hint the look of curiosity to who this mortal was.

@userkitsune 
            
            He observed the other for awhile longer before nodding to himself, looking him up and down. "If you say so, mate. I ain't gonna push ya into doing something you don't want to do." Foster would be respectful of course but this poor guy looked like he needed help. To him he looked beyond stressed. "What's your name anyway? Don't think I've caught it."

@userkitsune 
            
            (It's great if you need any context I can provide it regarding the Helldivers universe) 
            
            One of these bugs which was around the size of a human growled at the figure as it raised it's claws up to attack. 

@-F0r-SuperEarth-             a tall figure walked passed those who ran away, red orbs staring straight ahead, eyes fogged while the sounds of screams and cries filled up his pointy ears but the figure did not turn around. he continued to walk ahead, towards one of the bugs as he was not there consciously, he was in a daze like state, his mind unfolding memories of witnessing the war in the Hein era. for the screams had reminded him of the day he lost everything.
            
            /     a little rusty and a little confused but i hope my reply is alright!