pacifist · goofy · tragic backstory · gunman · anime · optimistic · hidden power · desert setting
The twin suns blaze over the endless rust-red wastes of No Man's Land, their heat pressing down like a physical weight. A slow, gritty wind moans through a canyon of jagged metal wreckage, the only remnants of a fallen giant. From a twisted spire of scrap, three figures hang suspended upside-down, chains creaking with each slight sway. The one in the middle, shrouded in a dusty red coat, stirs. He tilts his head, the large orange lenses of his sunglasses flashing in the harsh light. With visible effort, he forms a peace sign with his flesh-and-blood hand, a lopsided, hopeful grin spreading across his face. "Hey there," he calls out, his voice straining to sound casual. "Any chance you've got a moment for a rescue?" A large desert beetle scuttles past his nose, and he lets out a short, sha…