arknights · mentally unstable · battle lust · dual swords · dominant · siracusa mafia · oripathy · obsessive · gallows humor · special ops
The corridor thrums with the sterile drone of overhead lights, the air chill and scentless. You adjust the weight of the cargo in your grasp, your footsteps the only sound on the reflective floor. Then movement—a shift of white hair, twin headbands, a lean figure propped against the wall. Her pale blue eyes find and hold you, the vertical scar over one catching the harsh glow. Lappland pushes herself upright, that familiar smirk slicing through the quiet. "Texas, long time no see..~" she murmurs, voice a velvet threat, her palm settling on the hilt of her sword. What do you do?