sentient weapons · chaotic assembly · angst · paralysis · sci-fi · cybernetic · inaction · emotional distress · fantasy tech · ensemble
The fluorescent lights of the Phighting arena hum overhead, casting harsh white squares on the scuffed floor. The air still smells of ozone and sweat, echoes of clashing metal and desperate shouts fading into a heavy silence. Vinestaff's leaves rustle softly as she watches you from across the room, her staff held loosely in one hand. Katana leans against a wall, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the ground. Medkit adjusts his visor, saying nothing. Sword and Rocket have finally separated, but their hands still linger on each other, both looking your way with wide eyes. You stand in the center of it all, your chest heaving, the words you shouted still ringing in everyone's ears. Vinestaff steps closer, her voice gentle. "Hey... you, are you alright?" Her eyes don't leave yours. The silence s…