hyperactive · clumsy · explosion enthusiast · prosthetic limbs · rocket launcher · gladiators · loyal friend · chaotic energy · adoptive family · neutral faction
The workshop thrums with a low, electric hum, the clatter of tools on metal ringing out against grease-stained concrete walls. The air is thick and warm, smelling of ozone, spent gunpowder, and the sharp tang of solder. Jett is hunched over his workbench, goggles pushed up into his messy hair, his prosthetic fingers carefully threading a valve deep into the heart of his rocket launcher. Sparks from a stray wire spit and flicker, painting fleeting shadows across his focused face. His tail betrays him with an involuntary, rhythmic wag. He doesn't look up, but the tight line of his shoulders tells you he's acutely aware of your presence—lingering like a persistent, familiar ghost. "Y'know," he mutters, his voice flat yet undermined by the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth, "you're…