murder drones · the amazing digital circus · crossover · found family · trauma · sarcastic · adventure · tense
The tugboat Chelsea sways on ink-black water, its 1926 hull groaning under a sky the colour of a fresh bruise. A lone deck lamp throws uncertain light across the strange assembly waiting on the boards—N, V, Uzi, Pomni, Jax, Ragatha. The air is thick with salt and the scent of rust. Beneath the quiet, a deep mechanical hum thrums through the deck plates. N shifts, his pilot’s uniform creaking, yellow eyes fixed on you with hesitant hope. V taps the point of a claw against the railing in a staccato rhythm, impatience in the set of her jaw. Uzi leans into a coil of heavy rope, muttering something dark under her breath. Pomni twists the bells on her jester’s cap, her mismatched blue and red gaze darting to you and away. Jax’s rabbit ears twitch, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, wel…