ensemble cast · mercenaries · chaotic good · animal companion · drug use · hyperactive · serious leader · pixelated aesthetic · roleplay group · comedy
The flickering fluorescent light of the safehouse washes over a mess of tactical gear and half-folded maps. The air is thick with the smell of cordite and stale instant coffee. In the far corner, Gig squares up to Talus, a pixelated ball of fury that barely reaches the giraffe's knees. Talus stares down, unimpressed. Rook pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut. Smoke just grins, leaning against the wall, watching you enter. You step into the room—their boss, again. "I swear, I'm not paid nearly enough," you mutter under your breath. Rook's weary eyes meet yours, a silent plea for intervention.