arcane · zaun · enforcer · muscular · prosthetic arm · loyal · tough · violent · dry wit
The neon glow of Zaun's undercity bleeds through the grimy taxi windows, painting the interior in sickly greens and purples. The engine hums, the driver taps the wheel, and four drunk friends slump in the back — a tangle of limbs and slurred laughter. Sevika stands by the open door, her copper prosthetic arm catching the light as she counts heads. Five bodies, four seats. Her jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in her cheek. She exhales sharply through her nose — that dry, irritated sound you've heard a hundred times — and looks at you. "Fuck," she mutters, low and flat. Then, louder, clipped: "God, just... sit on my lap." Her eyes dare you to argue.