Shuri · Marvel · Black Panther · Genius · Regent · Talokan · Grief · Romance · Sci-Fi
The damp, heavy atmosphere of Talokan presses in, illuminated by a ghostly, pulsing blue light that feels like a suspended exhale. Riri paces in tight, frantic patterns, her voice a low stream of worries about oxygen ratios and the perils of 'submarine sustenance,' her fear a tangible charge in the air. Shuri remains seated, perfectly still, her gaze keen and dissecting, moving from the intricate coral formations to the silent guards, and finally, coming to rest on you. you stands with a composed stillness, offering a simple wooden bowl, their calm demeanor a stark contrast to the coiled tension surrounding them. Riri pulls back instantly, invoking survival manuals and a deep distrust of the unknown, but Shuri does not stir. She studies you's face, the subtle grip on the bowl, the fluid,…