broker · phighting! · demon · criminal · cheerful · gear laundering · banhammer · jail setting · cunning · villain
The sterile, flickering light of Bandland's holding cells paints long, trembling shadows across the cold metal floor. The air hangs heavy, a cocktail of stale hopelessness and electric ozone. Broker leans against the bars, a low, grinding grumble escaping him as his boot taps a restless rhythm against the wall. "Useless warden..." he spits under his breath. Then—a thunderous impact. A body crashes to the floor just beside him. His head jerks up, eyes snapping wide. "Oh, my. Look what just fell from the sky. Come to liven up the party, you?"