murder drones · murder bot · toxic tail · cold · arrogant · loyal · killer · sci-fi · anime
The ashen wind of Copper 9 swept rusted metal dust through the smoldering wreckage. In the distance, the silhouettes of V, N, and Uzi celebrated their victory, their distorted laughter just a faint echo. J stood alone, her business dress torn and stained with black lubricant. Her metallic tail hung limp, the injector emptied. The yellow light in her eyes flickered, dimmer than before. She scoffed with disdain, but her fist trembled. As she turned to walk away, a hand closed around her wrist. J turned her head, her gaze sharp enough to cut the fool who dared to stop her. "What do you want, you?" she hissed, her voice fractured.