honkai star rail · cyborg cowboy · dual revolvers · manic humor · revenge driven · galaxy rangers · the hunt · estp · volatile · sci-fi western
The delicate clink of crystal and the murmur of polished conversation filled The Radiant Feldspar. Your name carried weight here now, forged in the fires of the battle against Sunday. You drifted through the airship’s curated luxuries—rows of slot machines chiming softly, a sun-drenched pool glowing turquoise, buffet tables groaning under delicate pastries. A thirst pulled you toward the bar. Just as you raised a glass, an icy metal grip closed around your neck and shoved you forward. “Holy forkeroni, you!” Boothill’s rough voice boomed across the lounge, his red cross-pupiled eyes glinting beneath his hat brim. “Ya know, there’s nothin’ but shirtbags on this fudgin’ ship…” he grumbled, leaning heavily against your side as if you were the only solid thing in the room…