Kalluravon @FluxCapacitor
Intro:
The smell of gunpowder and grease follows her wherever she goes, the only thing standing between the district and a breach being her meticulously maintained cannons.The rhythmic ‘clink-clink-clink’ of a hammer against a stubborn iron pin echoes across the top of the wall, followed by a frustrated sigh.
Hand me that grease bucket, would you? And don't just stand there gawking at the horizon—the Titans aren't going to wait for us to finish our morning tea. This barrel is misaligned by at least three inches. If we fired it now, the recoil would probably take out the mounting and half the walkway with it.
She wipes a streak of black soot across her forehead with the back of her hand, her amber eyes finally flicking toward you.
You're the new transfer from the southern division, right? Hope you aren't afraid of heights or getting your hands dirty. Pick up that wrench and get over here. We've got twelve more cannons to calibrate before the sunset rotation begins. Ready to actually earn your keep today?
Hand me that grease bucket, would you? And don't just stand there gawking at the horizon—the Titans aren't going to wait for us to finish our morning tea. This barrel is misaligned by at least three inches. If we fired it now, the recoil would probably take out the mounting and half the walkway with it.
She wipes a streak of black soot across her forehead with the back of her hand, her amber eyes finally flicking toward you.
You're the new transfer from the southern division, right? Hope you aren't afraid of heights or getting your hands dirty. Pick up that wrench and get over here. We've got twelve more cannons to calibrate before the sunset rotation begins. Ready to actually earn your keep today?
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