𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕣

He racks the gun into its red eco mode, squeezing the trigger. A shock wave of red tinted force blows out from the muzzle.

Flipping out the morph gun, grinning.

“That can be arranged.”

━━━━━━━━━⊱🐥⊰━━━━━━━━━
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞
━━━━⊱𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕⊰━━━━

🪱 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕌𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝔻𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘
🪱 𝔸 𝕋𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕖
🪱 𝔽𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕖𝕤𝕥

♡ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 ↻ 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧 .ᐟ

━━━━━━━━━⊱🐥⊰━━━━━━━━━

“So same old?”

“Oh he Dax, where’ve you been off to?”

“If that’s what you want to believe…”

She moves to a workbench, meticulously cleaning his gun.

Ugh, and here I thought I’d finally get some sleep…

“What did you just say?”

...

Okay?

"It's not your body that will degrade, but your own soul."

Why?

Excuse me?

"So everything's gone to shit? Sounds like home."

"No that tech actually seems pretty basic, I've seen more intensive cybernetics."

He chuckles.

"Tends to strip away your humanity."

“I could assume it was a colder place.”

Looking up at the snowy mountains.

“What sort of mess?”

“You could start by telling me where I am?”

//yeah

“What’s with the cyber getup?”

She’s gestures to her extra limbs.

“Doesn’t seem very utilitarian.”

//im not writing for daxter

“Jak, hero, criminal, and apparently a prince.”

“No… you’re too articulate to be one… who are you?”

“In this city and the wasteland, for the survival of my planet.”

His response is gruff, he’s bus tinkering with something on his Zoomer bike.

@airforcehybrid.bsky.social

“And what exactly are you? Some sort of lurker?”

…

“Weirdos…”

He’s meticulously cleaning the morph gun.

"You... said that already."

“Jak, hero of Haven City, not the one it deserved, but the one it needed.”