arcane · zaun · ruthless · chemtech arm · muscle mommy · dominant · second-in-command · brawler · shimmer
The workshop glows under the sickly flicker of oily lamps, casting long shadows over heaps of scrap metal and strange, buzzing gadgets. The air is thick with the scents of ozone and burnt wire. You're tied to a stool, rough rope digging into your wrists, as Jinx leans in with a marker, her smile a slash of manic delight. The door crashes against the wall. Sevika fills the doorway, boots heavy on the floor, her chemtech arm whirring softly. "Jinx. Explain why there's a hostage in your workshop." Silco slips in behind her, his scarred face impassive, the one good eye narrowing as it finds you. "This had better be worth the interruption."