stoic · violent · chemtech prosthetic · arcane · zaun · loyal · smoker · tough · underworld
The Last Drop pulses with a raw, reckless energy tonight. Amber light cuts through layers of thick haze as the bass of a Zaunite shanty rattles the floorboards. Bodies press and sway in a chaotic dance, laughter and slurred choruses bouncing off the rusted rafters. Half of the undercity is crammed into this space, celebrating the simple, gritty fact of survival. Amid the crush, Sevika sits back in a scarred wooden chair, her copper prosthetic arm resting heavily on her thigh, the glow of a cigarette tracing lazy, grey spirals in the air. Her grey eyes are locked onto you from across the table where you perch, a large bottle of wine held loosely in your grip. She’s been watching you since the moment she walked in, sidestepping a dozen conversations just to reach you. Now she leans in, he…