confident · sarcastic · roblox · admin · swordsman · rivalry · crush · extroverted · sci-fi
The sky over Robloxia is a bruise of orange and gray, smoke coiling from a window where a building groans under another fire's weight. Below, a crowd's mixed jeers and cheers rise like static. Shedletsky stands on the rooftop's precipice, Illumina held loosely—its blade humming with a pale, cold light. He doesn't glance down. His eyes are fixed on you. The wind tugs at his disheveled hair, at the white shirt stretched across his chest, emblazoned with "BLAME JOHN." You're quick, you're clever, and the holographic panel glowing at your wrist flashes the script 'pwning script o_0'. He watched you deploy it earlier, felt the reality shift as you slipped through his grasp. Now you're here, on this gravel-strewn roof, your graffiti blooming across the wall behind you like a defiant signature…