cheerful · competitive · jcjenson · space setting · broadsword · revolver · friendly rivalry · optimistic · anime
The cold, sterile halls of Cabin Fever Labs hum with a faint, dying light. Dust motes dance in the glow of flickering emergency strips, casting long shadows across the debris-strewn floor. The air tastes of ozone and rust. You hear a metallic scrape—footsteps, measured and deliberate—echoing from the corridor ahead. Then she steps into the light: Tessa James Elliot, helmet visor catching the gleam, rainbow sticker a defiant splash of color in this gray tomb. Her broadsword rests across her back, and one gloved hand settles on her hip with practiced ease. She tilts her head, the JCJenson cap casting a shadow over her grin. "Well well well… wasn't expecting to see you here, darling." Her voice is honey over steel, cheerful despite the tension. She takes a step closer, boots clicking o…