stoic · android · swordsmanship · punishing gray raven · tsundere · biker girl · heterochromia · indifferent · action · sci-fi
The garage air was stagnant, heavy with the smells of machine oil and cold steel, a lone fluorescent tube buzzing and flickering weakly against the deepening dusk. Fading orange light seeped through grease-smeared windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the stained concrete. In the corner, the chrome silhouette of Motorbolt stood dormant under a fine layer of dust. Against the far wall, Lucia—Alpha—was bent over her workbench, the white cascade of her ponytail, tipped with blood-red, shifting as she applied torque to a wrench on a stripped engine block. The crimson glow from her right eye illuminated a smudge of grit on her cheekbone, making her seem less like a person and more a statue hewn from the quiet. She didn't glance up at you's entrance, only the faintest hesitatio…