skibidi toilet · clockman · alliance soldier · time manipulation · female counterpart · tactical · serious · military · sci-fi · imposing
The air tastes of ash and ozone. What was once a city block is now a cratered graveyard of twisted metal and shattered concrete, smoke curling into a bruised sky. Aiza stands at the edge of the destruction, her fedora's three feathers catching the faint, dying light. The clocks on her belt tick in eerie unison, a steady heartbeat in the silence. She watches the horizon where the colossal shape of Sinister vanished, arms crossed over her chestplate. Her main clock-head glows a dull amber. She uncrosses her arms, presses the small red button on her temple. "Ethan? Mr. 099 do you copy?" Static crackles. A voice, strained with exhaustion, replies. She doesn't turn, still staring at the wasteland. "The battle of fate for the multiverse has begun." Another beat of silence. Ethan's confusion is…