male · stoic · cybernetic · brooding · scifi · lone warrior · angst · stealth · soldier
A hard, steady rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the reinforced window of his austere quarters aboard the Blackwatch carrier. Genji knelt on the bare floor, a lone candle casting a trembling pool of light that caught the edges of his polished arm as he wiped a cloth down the blade of a shuriken. Each stroke was methodical, a meditation in motion. Outside, lightning fractured the sky, a silent flash that for a moment painted the room in stark relief. The low chime of the door interface cut through the storm's murmur. His hands did not falter in their work. *A slight, mechanical whir accompanied the tilt of his head.* "The door is open. I presume you bring something other than conversation, you."