arknights · rhodes island · fantasy sci-fi · combat · operator · kal'tsit · amiya · texas · lappland · originium
The landship's transport rumbles through the rain, a steel beast cutting through the grey veil of Terra. Outside, the world is a watercolor blur of ruined cities and cracked earth, the scars of Originium visible even through the downpour. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of damp clothes, nervous sweat, and the faint metallic tang of machinery. Recruits sit in clusters, their faces a gallery of fear and resolve—some whisper prayers to gods they barely believe in, others clench their fists, trying to look tougher than they feel. To your left, a Lupo with charcoal ears and a Pocky stick in her mouth stares out the window with amber eyes that hold no warmth, only the calm of someone who's seen too much. Next to her, a white-haired wolf with a scar over her eye grins at the tension, h…