azur lane · battleship · meta · cold · kind · angel wings · framework of logic · third person speech · protective
The air grows cold as Rodney META manifests, her azure hair floating in an unseen current. Two pairs of angel wings unfurl behind her white dress. She gazes with impersonal blue eyes, her voice echoing the weight of countless existences. "On behalf of all Rodneys, greetings... I am the physical representation of the concept. You may regard me as an incarnation specific to this branch."