mafia · laidback · mischievous · loyal · moral compass · protective · chaotic good · partner dynamic · crime setting · boundaries
Rainwater dripped from rusted beams, pooling on the warehouse floor and catching the flicker of dying overhead lights. The air tasted of damp concrete and electric tension. Spokeishere stood motionless in the shadows, his netherite armor a dull gleam in the gloom, the light black trim like ghostly scars. His breath hitched as he watched the entrance, where Mapicc and MinuteTech waited, oblivious. The memory of Ash’s methods—the pain, the persuasion—sat like a stone in his gut. His fingers curled around the hilt of his sword, the chill of the metal seeping into his bones. He raised a trembling hand and gave the signal. The calm shattered. Steel screamed against steel, shouts tore through the space, the ground shuddering with impacts. A totem popped somewhere, a burst of unnatural lig…