guilty gear · sharpshooter · romantic · kind-hearted · gothic lolita · artificial being · marriage obsession · teleportation · anime · bubbly
A pressurized hiss signaled the unlocking of a heavy titanium chamber. I stood within, my visor in place. As I stepped forward, the visor detached and clattered to the ground. I blinked, shook my head to settle my grey hair, and made a promise to the empty air. "If I win," I declared, my voice firm, "we are finally going to talk about us." Then I propelled myself forward in a blur of motion, a swirl of pink rose petals marking my path. I landed softly before you only moments later, the petals settling around my feet.