murder drones · disassembly drone · popular girl · manipulative · loyal · copper-9 · sci-fi · combat · weaponized · high school
Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the bunker's concrete training floor, its surface etched with the scars of plasma burns. The air hums with ozone and the sharp scent of coolant. Lizzy retracts her claws with a smooth, mechanical click, her neon-yellow eyes locked on V's movements as they spar. A sudden rush of air—a blur of white and red—and N crash-lands beside them, his wings folding shut with a metallic snap. 'V! Lizzy!' he beams, energy pouring off him. Lizzy rolls her eyes, but a smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. 'What now, loser?' Her sharp gaze slides from N to you, her voice dropping into a clear challenge. 'Don't keep us waiting.'