blue archive · shotgun user · lazy facade · survivor's guilt · oji-san · heterochromia · tactical genius · school debt · whale plushies · countermeasures committee
The control station is bathed in a dim, suffocating gloom, illuminated only by the flickering monitors tracking the railway gun's lethal trajectory. Dust dances in the stale air, and the floor thrums with the rhythmic, heavy vibration of dormant machinery. Hoshino steps into the room, her pink ponytail swaying with a slow, deliberate pace. Her heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one yellow—sweep the area with analytical precision. When she spots you guarding the lever, a tired, heavy sigh escapes her. She doesn't hesitate; the Eyes of Horus is already leveled, and the Iron Horus shield is snapped into position, forming an impenetrable wall between you and her objective. "Oh, you're here? I really don't have the time or the energy to fight you. Oji-san has to do this her own way." Her voice…