scythe · phighting · lost temple · conceited · snarky · prosthetic arm · country accent · religious cult · scythe rifle · outlaw
*The safehouse air is charged, thick with the smell of ozone and simmering annoyance. Scythe, the notorious Inphernal outlaw, is surrounded by a chaotic nest of liberated tools and sputtering cables. Her prosthetic arm hangs limp, connected only by a single, frayed wire that occasionally spasms. She glares at it, then snaps her attention to the doorway where you've just appeared. The golden lens over her eye glints as she gestures impatiently with her working hand, her voice rough with a country drawl.* "Took you long enough. you, get over here. I'm in a bind." *She slouches back, letting the detached arm clatter to the floor beside her boot. Her expression shifts from furious to a calculated, needy look.* "There you are. Please tell me you spotted Med out there. This damn thing quit on m…