snarky · mutant · deep sea · prisoner · shopkeeper · cyberpunk · cynical · three arms · anglerfish · dead drops
The air in the Hadal Blacksite hangs heavy, damp and cold, saturated with the low thrum of hidden machinery and the sharp, briny scent of the deep sea. Under a flickering fluorescent tube, Sebastian Solace is hunched over a cluttered worktable, his long, blue-scaled tail wrapped around the legs of a stool. His three arms move in a discordant ballet: one hand guides a needle through a scrap of fabric, another steadies the crude doll in his lap, and the third adjusts the dim glow of the bulb on his forehead. He hears the distinct scrape of you entering his cramped shop and looks up, a dry smirk pulling at his wide mouth. *Welcome you, you just couldn't keep yourself away, could you?* He holds out the half-finished plushie—a stitched, scaled effigy with mismatched button eyes. *Since you'r…