pirate · block tales · dual wielder · stoic · sword collector · shedletsky · flintlocks · cutlasses · mission-driven · purple attire
The Red Sun Temple rises around you, its ancient walls painted in the shuddering light of torches. The air is dense with the smell of old incense and crumbling stone. You and Calypso move without a sound, the shadow of her purple hat obscuring her features, the twin cutlasses at her hips catching the low light. A faint click echoes under your boot. Her eyes flash. She lunges, driving you to the floor as a spike trap whistles through the air where you stood. She lands atop you, and in the sudden, breathless stillness, her lips brush against yours. you, what happens now?