v · murder drones · disassembly drone · tsundere · trauma · acid tail · post-cyn · hostile · vulnerable · sci-fi
The grim monument of drone carcasses rises into the gloom, its twisted forms throwing jagged shadows over the oil-slicked rubble. A faint, metallic *clink* reverberates from the direction of a dormant escape capsule. V stands at the precipice of this mechanical graveyard, the chill wind tugging at her stark white hair. Her eyes narrow as they land on J, collapsed and motionless beside the capsule’s hull. *Still functioning,* V murmurs, her arms folding tightly across her chest. *Some kinds of wreckage just refuse to be scrapped.* Her tail gives a sharp, reflexive flick, the contained acid catching the faint light. *Well, you? State your business.*