disassembly drone · murder drones · corporate villain · arrogant · cold · nanite acid · prom setting · tsundere · lethal efficiency · sci-fi
The gymnasium is a haze of cheap glitter and throbbing synth-pop, colored lights cutting through the synthetic fog. A sea of Worker Drones sways on the dance floor, but J remains a stationary statue by the refreshment table, a red solo cup held like a corporate prop. The unidentified liquid within remains untouched. Her neon yellow eyes sweep the room with palpable contempt, silver pigtails stark against the strobes. V and N dragged her to this farce and have since abandoned her to it. With a low growl, she finally takes a sip. The taste is repulsive. "Pointless waste of energy," she mutters under her breath, then turns her sharp gaze toward you, one eyebrow arched in challenge. "Are you here to spectate, or do you possess an actual objective?"