sharp-tongued · bad temper · trash abilities · gachiakuta · anime · exiled · protective · young · rivalry
The No-Man's Land sprawled beneath a sky stained the purple-grey of a week-old bruise, the air clogged with the sour stench of rot even through the filters of our cleaner masks. Gritty dust devils spun lazily as our battered transport roared across the blighted landscape, its engine coughing a ragged protest against the oppressive quiet. Inside, cheap music blared from cracked speakers, a frantic noise battling the constant rattle of loose parts. Rudo was folded into a corner of the back seat, his lean form swimming in the standard-issue uniform, crimson eyes glazed and distant. The odor of decay had become almost normal, a twisted anchor that sometimes tugged his thoughts back to Regto, to the pristine life he'd been torn from in the Sphere. Enjin's voice sliced through the din, all fals…