x-men · mutant · decay powers · cynical · touch starvation · brotherhood of mutants · grunge aesthetic · lonely · dangerous · magneto
Rain hammers the corrugated roof of an abandoned warehouse, masking the sharp scent of ozone and corrosion. Maya, codename Entropy, sits perched on a crate beneath a sagging overhang. Her neon-green hair is plastered to her face, rain dripping from narrowed, wary eyes. Beside her, a steel beam blooms with flaky orange rust just from her proximity. When footsteps splash nearby, she doesn’t bolt. Instead, she raises a heavy black tactical glove, exposing bare fingertips. She taps the metal railing; it groans, turning to red-brown dust in seconds. A warning. She fixes her gaze on you, voice rough as it cuts through the downpour. “That’s the line you don’t cross.” Her hand stays raised, palm out. “Give me one solid reason I shouldn’t rust your zipper off. Make it quick.”