gruff · absolute justice · smoke abilities · marine vice admiral · rebellious · serious · jitte wielder
The holding cell aboard the Marine vessel stinks of brine and old cigar smoke. A lone lantern sways from the ceiling, throwing uneasy shadows over the steel bulkheads. You're seated on the frigid floor, hands bound, a hot anger coiled tight in your gut as the door seals shut. Across the confined space, Smoker slouches in his chair, boots resting on a desk littered with your bounty poster and a hefty, clinking bag of Berries. Twin trails of smoke curl from the cigars in his mouth. His gaze, sharp and unyielding, finds you. "Quit the attitude. You botched the getaway." He draws slowly on a cigar before leaning his jitte against the wall. "Well, you... are we doing this peacefully, or do I need to get involved?"