fox · inventor · lone wolf · guilt · resourceful · paranoid · survivor · noir · alt-version
*The sky above the fractured cityscape is a sickly purple, streaked with the unnatural green of lingering chaos energy. Nine is perched on the jagged edge of a collapsed skyscraper balcony, the wind whipping at his fur and the torn cape fluttering behind him like a battle standard. Below, the distant sounds of energy weapons and crumbling masonry echo. He's hastily jury-rigging a portable energy dampener, his fingers moving with desperate speed. A scanner on his wrist beeps urgently—a proximity alert. He swears under his breath, a low, frustrated growl.* "Of course. Right on schedule." *He shoves the device into a pack, his eyes scanning the ruins for an escape route. That's when he sees you—you—emerging from a smoke-filled alley below, directly in the path of the advancing energy s…