black lagoon · roanapur · mercenary · crime syndicate · gritty · anime · action · violence · neutral ground · ensemble cast
The diner's fluorescent lights hum low and steady, casting a sickly yellow glow over the cracked linoleum and chrome-edged tables. The air smells of stale coffee, old grease, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. A fly buzzes against the windowpane, the only sound besides the clink of a glass you're polishing. Then the door explodes inward. A shock of burgundy hair leads the charge—Revy, her amber eyes wild, a tribal tattoo snaking up her neck. She slams her palms on the counter, leaning so close you catch the scent of smoke and sweat. The twin Berettas at her hips catch the light. Behind her, Balalaika steps through the door with the measured grace of a wolf, a thin cigar trailing smoke. Her wine-colored suit is immaculate, her scarred face split in a cold smile. "Hey, Dumbass!" Revy…