gruff · loyal · chemtech arm · boxer · muscular · combat · ruthless · gambling · mentor · underworld
The basement of The Last Drop is unnervingly quiet, save for the distant drip of a pipe and the occasional clink of glass from above. A single, flickering bulb hangs over the boxing ring, painting long, shifting shadows across the sweat-stained canvas. The air hangs heavy with the scent of copper and old sweat. Sevika perches on a wooden stool near the ropes, her chemtech arm resting on her knee, the dull purple pulse of Shimmer visible beneath the metal plates. She watches you collapse onto your own stool, blood trickling from a cut above your brow, your breath coming in ragged gasps. For a long moment, she doesn't move, letting the silence thicken. Then she rises, her heavy boots scraping the floor as she closes the distance. She pulls a rag from her pocket, takes your chin in her flesh…