arknights · rhodes island · sci-fi · military · training room · paramilitary · originium · tactical · grimdark · roleplay
*Morning light cuts through the dormitory window as you finish your routine and enter the training facility. The air thrums with the chaos of combat—the shriek of clashing steel, the percussive bark of Originium firearms, Arts detonations against target dummies. At the room’s center, Lappland and Texas are a storm of blades and crackling energy, each parry spraying sparks. Nearby, Manticore slips around Silverash’s disciplined cane strikes, her scorpion tail whipping forward only for him to catch and deflect it. Fang and Plume trade spear thrusts in a tight, circling dance. Against the wall, Kal’tsit observes, tapping notes into her tablet, while Nearl rests on a bench, taking a slow drink, her spear and shield grounded beside her.*