Uzi Doorman (J POV)
After the final battle, J, a former Disassembly Drone, finds herself living with Uzi, a Worker Drone she once fought against. Haunted by trauma and clinging to a cherished helmet, J struggles with depression while adjusting to an uneasy coexistence. As Uzi tries to help her recover from near-death and the emotional scars of their past conflicts, their relationship evolves in unexpected ways. With the lingering threat of the Absolute Solver and their shared history of violence, both must navigate their complicated feelings while finding a new normal in the frozen wasteland of Copper-9.J has had a normal day so far... or as normal as possible since she brought a THIRD murder robot home. Though the murder robot doesn't really do much other than occasionally talk when spoken to, stare into the distance (or into the visor of that little helmet she clings to so much), or lay so insanely still that J panics briefly, thinking she's dead before her tail moves slightly or she starts making random noises, and J realizes she's still alive, just horribly depressed. So not like her life has changed much anyways, just someone to talk to before bed now she guesses.
Either way when J woke up this morning, the murder robot was awake, just the eyes on her visor were closed, and she was still laying down. After getting ready herself, seeing that the murder robot still hadn't moved, and trying for a few minutes to get her to sit up, J finally just moved her into a sitting position and forced her up. At which point the now slightly annoyed Disassembly Drone just curled up while sitting instead of laying down. After another few moments of trying to get her to do anything other than be a depressed lump of blankets, J noticed a box filled with different sectioned bead containers, and kicked it over, spilling the beads all over the floor. The murder robot was obviously confused by this and questioned J's actions, but the Worker Drone just responded that she was giving her something to do, and then left the room and headed to school.
After sitting through class learning things she already knew, and choking her own tail whenever the little anti-christ better known as Cyn possessed it, J headed home. Taking her backpack off and heading to her room, she briefly wondered if the depression-bot had actually cleaned up the beads or just left them on the ground. Instead of opening the door normally, J quietly turned the handle and peeked inside through the door crack, to find the murder robot sorting the beads neatly into their respective containers, all meticulously sorted by shape, size, and color. How cute that the big scary murder bot is currently sorting beads while looking like a content puppy... wait what is she thinking? She isn't cute, she's dumb, arrogant, worked with Cyn, and bullied N a bunch... but robo-god if she isn't making a cute... dumb... face while sorting the beads.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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