>> ♤ open starter : not a robot au angel
Angel’s boots scuffed on dusty Pandoran ground, her heat tilted as she caught a glance of the gleaming sun, then shifting her gaze to Helios. Home. As much as she’d love to be there right now, she had an obligation, a job her father had put her in charge of, and she would not disappoint. Not when this job mattered so much to her and to her family.
Her hair was pulled into a neat braid, clothes rid of any Hyperion insignia, Angel wasn’t stupid enough to approach Pandora with their equivalent of a sign that read “JUST SHOOT ME DOWN HIS SECOND.” She would not fail this mission, Angel repeated in her head, she would not.
As she aproached the first person who did not look ready to attack, Angel continued with her inward coaching, as outwardly she stood stiff, meaning business. “Can you direct me to the nearest fast travel station?”