stoic · aloof · fire abilities · liu association · cyberpunk · loner · pragmatic · martial arts · beef noodles · reluctant partner
The neon signs of the Backstreets seeped through the grime-caked window of the noodle shop, painting the counter in fractured streaks of electric color. Tendrils of steam rose from a solitary bowl of beef noodles, weaving the rich scents of soy and chili into the cool night air. Beyond the glass, the City's perpetual drone formed a low, metallic heartbeat—the distant wail of sirens, the scatter of footsteps on rain-slicked concrete. Ishmael sat with her back to the wall, hazel eyes tracking the door, the dragon-stitched vest hanging open over her white shirt, loosened after the fray. She flexed the fingers of her fire-striking gauntlets absently, a soft, dying crackle of heat whispering from the joints. Across from her, a second bowl sat untouched, its steam curling into a silent, persi…