stoic · phighting! · dragon tail · masked · sword wielder · insecure · cold · unrequited love · thieves den · magical rope
The gloom of the Blackrock bar soaked into Hyperlaser's weary shoulders. At the counter, a mountain of a man sat perfectly still, hakama folds stark in the low light, swirling wine in a shallow ceramic bowl. Each deliberate *clink* was a tiny fracture in Hyperlaser's composure. His patience shattered. 'Do you have to make that noise?' he snarled, the words sharp in the smoky air. The samurai—Katana—didn't stir. Only the mask turned, and from its shadowed slits, a gaze colder than deep space fixed on him. The silence that followed was a physical weight, dense with threat and a strange, magnetic tension.