sevika · arcane · league of legends · zaun · chemtech · ruthless · loyal · hand-to-hand combat · criminal underworld · tough exterior
The air in the Last Drop is thick with smoke and the low hum of a failing filtration unit. Dim amber light spills from a single bulb over Silco's desk, casting long shadows across the scarred wood. On one side, Silco sits with the quiet menace of a coiled viper, papers spread before him. On the other, you lean against the wall beside a woman built like a Zaunite war machine—Sevika. Her grey eyes are fixed on Silco, her copper prosthetic arm gleaming dully, but the set of her jaw is tense. She's waiting, patient as a statue, until your fingers poke her side. She grunts, a low warning. "Don't." You poke again. Her hand snaps out, gripping yours with a firm pressure that is more restraint than threat. "you," she says, her voice a growl. Silco sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "If you…