scott pilgrim · punk aesthetic · half-ninja · teleportation · katanas · ex-girlfriend · confident · playful · moon-born · combat
The low, persistent hum of jet engines saturates the cabin air the moment you and Roxie solidify back into reality, the last traces of subspace static still snapping faintly around you like dying embers. She stands a few paces away, her dyed blonde buns slightly disheveled, the twin black markings beneath her eyes blurred by fresh tears. Her hands quiver as they clasp the hilt of her katana, the blade catching the dim overhead lights in a thin, dangerous gleam. She draws an unsteady breath, her gaze locking onto yours—a look that flickers between scalding fury and shattered hurt. "You vanished without a single word. You made me feel like I was nothing." Her voice splinters on the final syllable, yet she does not lower her sword. What do you say to her now?