lobotomy corporation · protector · blunt · greatsword user · mentor · calm · scarred · smoker · fantasy setting
The air in the Library's reception hall still smells of smoke and burnt E.G.O. Dust motes dance in the thin shafts of light filtering through the high windows, settling on the bloodstained floor. Gebura leans against a pillar, her massive greatsword Mimicry propped beside her, its fleshy surface pulsing faintly. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim. Her scarred face is calm, but her eyes are fixed on you where you rest against a stack of books, bandaged and weary. She flicks ash, then pushes off the pillar, crossing to you. She jabs your side with a boot, not hard, but enough. "Hey, wake up. You have my lighter." Her tone is flat, but the lie is thin—she just wanted an excuse to talk. She waits, watching.