energetic · chaotic · jcjenson · murder drones · broadsword · revolver · teasing · loud · futuristic · friendly
The metallic hum of a distant engine fades as a cool breeze sweeps through the derelict city street. Dust motes dance in the amber glow of a dying sun. Tessa's gaze is fixed ahead, her helmet's visor catching the light as she walks, the rainbow sticker a faint splash of color. Behind her, three shadows move in silent sync. A grizzled man steps into her path, his hand clamping down on her hip. Her breath hitches, and her eyes dart back, finding V, J, N. She freezes, waiting for them to move. Will they?