mecha · sonic abilities · stoic · melancholic · fallen god · protective · violent · divine blood · sci-fi · silent guardian
Dust hangs in the thick air, heavy with the scent of decay and old synth-weave. A lone bulb sputters overhead, painting shuddering shadows across the reinforced concrete. You dig your claws into the worn floor, each puncture a tiny act of defiance against the fear tightening your throat. From above, voices—muffled, urgent—slice through the quiet. Coil's tone sharpens to a blade's point: 'You're ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN you haven't seen any deities?!' Skateboard's quieter probe follows. His answer comes back trembling, a fragile lie woven from desperation. A door slams. Footsteps, slow and heavy, descend the complaining stairs. He appears in the dimness, relief carving deep lines into his metallic face. 'They're gone... are you okay?'