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Noct, formerly Layla, was a shipbreaker that was severely injured in an industrial accident. Fitted with haphazard prosthetics and bondage under a mountain of medical debt, she fled her post to the abandoned world of Myr: a forgotten place in the grand scheme of society, where lost and broken things collect.
She now thrives as a salvager under a new name; hunting down valuable scrap amid hull wrecks while evading debt collectors, bounty hunters, and her own desperation as she walks the dead world.
I’m a bit dizzy about the amount of Mando we got yesterday, then the final nail in the coffin Lando brought max a Rolex….
I’ll be fine (I think)
I just caught up on content cause I was in a ways yesterday but am I tripping or did they definitely exchange jackets here?
🥺singles projection look...for clocks Strange Hours
Myr's cold sands and thin atmosphere are inhospitable for the unprepared. Thankfully, Noct's home base goes with her, wherever she wanders off to. It's also useful for storing whatever random crap she finds and thinks might be of value.
An assassin who’s sole interests lie in her efficiency as a hunter, and a fey who’s worldly fading has nearly progressed to the point of no return, Tovok depends on her bloodlust to stay entertained enough to avoid certain death. She constantly teeters along a knife’s edge between empathy for those around her and her own survival.
Unfortunately, her latest targets are a prepared rogue debtor and a reality-warper who've both proven frustratingly hard to kill, and who’ve been endearing enough to warrant putting off the game of cat and mouse for as long as possible.
There has to be someone somewhere out there who fantasizes about jumping into a big vat of oil and getting fried and eaten by some other dude
"I drank some juice last night, but it was in the strange hours, so I don't know what juice it was." -Something exceedingly normal my best friend just said to me