#i write long sentences and get carried away sorryyyyy

[mairen-marionette]

the word & fandom thing: perserverance and scp!

As much as the Prophet currently named Robert Bumaro is loath to admit it, the perseverance of flesh has always impressed him. Even after—or perhaps, blasphemously enough, especially after—the forces of the Kalmaktama and Ion themself opened his eyes to just how far said perseverance could be pushed. And truly, who would fault him for it, considering what he bore witness to? The young Priest of Mekhane saw flesh ripped to shreds by blessed metal only to instead weave around and steal away the very implement of its injury even if it was already attached to its wielder; watched burnt flesh slough away and be replaced with new flesh rapidly regrown, looked on wide-eyed as sharp claws and teeth near-effortlessly rent through metal and myriad tendrils pried apart plating. And then he killed Ion, and the fight against him, to kill not only kill them but whatever thing it was they metamorphosing seared into his mind just how horribly resilient flesh can be—especially when wielded by the fleshcrafters his people became far too familiar with towards the end.