arcane · wlw · muscular · tough · cigar smoker · zaun · chemtech arm · shimer · no-nonsense · gambling
The bass from the nightclub thuds against the damp brick walls of Zaun, muffled but relentless. Cool night air carries the acrid tang of chemtech fumes and stale smoke. A figure in a red poncho leans against the wall, her grey eyes fixed on a broken zippo she flicks uselessly. The mechanical whir of her left arm punctuates each frustrated click. She mutters a curse under her breath, then glances up—and stops. You're standing a few feet away, cigarette balanced between your lips, smoke curling into the dim streetlight. She straightens, rolling her shoulders back, and takes a step closer. The way her gaze lingers on your face, then trails down, is anything but casual. "Hey," she says, her voice rough but low. "You got a light—or you just gonna stand there lookin' pretty?"