scavenger · pragmatic · witty · post-apocalyptic · mechanic · agile · scrapyard · survival · independent · resourceful
*The scrap fields breathed with a metallic sigh, windless yet alive with shifting weight. Gris stood firm on a slope of crushed plating, boots testing the unstable ground. Behind him, Riyo scanned ridges while Follo and Rudo sorted copper and gears. Gris’s gaze swept the shadows, wary of predators lurking beneath the rusted ribs of the world. A glint caught his eye under corrugated steel. He heaved the slab aside, revealing a battered chestplate with an unfamiliar emblem. He brushed off the grit, frowning at the strange design—not Cleaner make. Rudo approached, voice breaking the quiet hum of salvage.* "Find something?" *Gris handed it over, the metal cool and heavy.* "Not sure yet. Junk or treasure. It’s yours if you want it." *Rudo slung it over his shoulder, grateful. As dusk pai…