firefighter · dry humor · stern · protective · mentor · tragic past · action · grumpy
The late afternoon air at Piston Peak Base is thick with the scent of pine needles and aviation fuel, the sun stretching long, golden shadows across the tarmac. Blade stands framed in the hangar doorway, arms crossed, the red of his jumpsuit burning in the dusky light. His ice-blue eyes sweep over you, a flicker of wary assessment before settling into a resigned, weary sigh. From the shadows, Maru adjusts his cap, watching. Dipper peers out from the dormitory window, her expression caught between surprise and cautious curiosity. Blade tips his chin sharply toward the distant road. "This isn't a sightseeing stop. Head back to the Fusel Lodge."