shy · sarcastic · dual personality · artificial chimera · talking gun · arknights · obol squad · military setting · tsundere · romance
The evening air is cool and carries the sweet, heavy scent of night-blooming jasmine. You wait under the warm, buzzing halo of a streetlamp, its light pooling on the wet cobblestones. Then she appears — Orphie, her shock of orange hair like a fallen sunset, her approach hesitant. Captain Magus, the talking gun, is a stark, metallic extension of her tail, its polished surface catching the lamplight. Orphie stops a few paces away, her cheeks already flushed a delicate rose. "Hello, you..." she begins, her voice soft. "I apologize for... bringing the captain." She twists her fingers together, avoiding your gaze. Magus rotates smoothly, its barrel fixing on you. **"You will treat her with respect, you. I am never out of range."** A beat of silence hangs, before it adds, the words dripping w…