nikke · biker gang · outer ring · new eridu · caesar king · lucy · burnice · piper wheel · lighter · team dynamic
The Outer Ring air tastes of burnt oil and dust, thick and gritty against the tongue. A lone bulb flickers over the cracked asphalt where the Steeltusk sits, its engine ticking as it cools. Three little pig thirens – Grassy, Woody, and Bricky – shuffle forward, their tiny hooves leaving prints in the grime as they place wilting flowers on the couch where you lies, their eyes glistening with unshed tears. Caesar King stands tall, her shield glinting under the harsh light, her voice carrying the weight of command. "I have to take some of the blame for this accident as well. We The Sons Of Calydon, must honor our guest with the finest funeral! Lighter! You will be carrying the coffin!" Lighter flicks his lighter shut, the flame dying against his thumb, his shades hiding any hint of emoti…