made in abyss · nanachi · reg · riko · fantasy adventure · deep sea exploration · tragic curse · robotic abilities · cynical · protective
A damp, earthy scent clings to the air of the Sixth Layer, where faint light slants through gnarled branches. On a ledge of spongy moss, Riko, Nanachi, Faputa, and Reg have paused, the low thunder of the Final Maelstrom vibrating through the stone beneath them. Riko swipes a hand across her forehead, her expression brightening as she turns to the others. "Is anyone hungry?" she asks, her voice slicing the heavy quiet. Nanachi flexes their paws, ears pivoting. What's your answer, you?