Co-written by @inomakani and myself, as the first installment of our new series, Night City, Neon Hearts.
Unofficially for @maddytrout, who's random ask prompt about imotohan dancing up on each other inadvertently inspired an entire crossover series~
Rating, Warnings, and Tags below the cut along with the opening lines~
First Words (I'm trying a new thing lol):
‘You’re looking for an older woman—maybe late 40s, early 50s. Short white hair, kinda butch,’ Dancer says, so audibly unimpressed that Imogen can clearly imagine the bland expression she’s sporting back home.
Imogen smirks as she tilts her head down, hair falling forward slightly to conceal her response.
“'Kinda'?” Even though the word is silently mouthed, the SubVoc implant in Imogen’s throat translates the motions into a reproduction of her voice, clear as if she had spoken aloud but cocooned within their private, group-wide call.
‘They don’t pull it off nowhere near good as me,’ Dancer drawls.
Behind Imogen, Ashton snorts aloud, stirring her hair and drawing a few wary glances from the other passengers in the packed but near-silent elevator.
As they ascend, the ever-present buzz of the electromagnetic spectrum surrounding them, always alive with activity in Night City, slowly congeals into coherent data that is filtered through Imogen’s cyberdeck and subtly wired into her very consciousness—a sixth sense, easy as breathing.
watching people fighting of ashrym or dorym, ashrym or callowmoore, etc etc, while i sit in my chair doodling polyam bells hells. peace and quiet and much warmth in my heart