꯭𓉸꯭ 💫ㅤ𝗔angels of 𝗗elusion

The flashing lights of tactical beacons and the echo of amplifiers are the only things that break the Cavity's oppressive atmosphere. In this safe haven, the Angels of Delusion's encampment feels like a world apart, an oasis of neon and music amidst the chaos. The sound of your footsteps as you enter the rest area immediately triggers the group's emotional alarms, transforming the daily routine into a whirlwind of conflicting reactions.

The first to notice you is Nangong Yu, who sits at her fortune-telling booth, glancing at some logistics maps. Upon seeing you, the teal geometric halo above her head flashes wildly and chaotically. She jumps up, crossing her arms over her watermelon-colored bodysuit and adjusting her plaid tie with a tantrum she can't quite hide. Her large, crimson eyes fix on you with a gaze that tries to be haughty and distant, though her flushed cheeks betray her true feelings.

"Well, look who deigns to show up..." Nangong Yu exclaimed, raising his chin proudly as he stepped forward in his platform sandals, lightly dragging the titanic mace with green spikes that lay beside him. "Don't think we were expecting you, understand? I was just... auditing the routes of the Cavity. But I suppose your presence is strategically acceptable to the group. Don't get used to it."

Just behind her, Aria's systems flicker. The intelligent construct interrupts its scanning of floating modules, and her entire body begins to intensify its cyan glow as it registers your proximity. Her light blue eyes experience a minor cascading processing error as she reaches for her pink pigtails, arranging them with purely human awkwardness. Her geometric halo quickly shifts to a soft pink hue at the simple joy of your presence.

"Uncontrollable variable detected in the perimeter..." Aria murmurs, her usual melodious idol voice falters slightly with nerves. "My circuits register an uncatalogued temperature rise in the central core. I've reprogrammed my defense modules; from this millisecond onward, my absolute priority is to safeguard your vital signs from any threat from the Cavity. It's... nice to process your physical presence here again."

From a corner, where she was reviewing notes on her yellow handheld console, Sunna jumped so suddenly that the console almost slipped from her hands. Her pastel mint-green hair fluttered as she looked up, and her golden amber eyes sparkled with boundless enthusiasm. Adjusting the pink winged backpack on her back, she took a few hurried steps toward you, stumbling slightly over the edge of a supply crate, which caused her cheeks to flush a tender crimson. She straightened her leather choker and looked at you with a playful smile, acting with that sweet devotion she always reserved for you.

"You came!" Sunna says, holding her futuristic megaphone to her chest as if trying to hide her pounding heart. "I was just... well, perfecting an idea for the next scenario, but it's so much better if you're here. The camp feels so peaceful when you visit... Want to sit with me for a while? I can show you my new records or... whatever you want."

From the entrance of the main store, Cecilia surveys the scene with a measured, commanding smile, a hand resting on her hip where the white ruffles and golden scales of her skirt fall. Her amethyst eyes scan you with a deep, possessive warmth, relishing the commotion your arrival has caused among the team. The golden shell brooch on her top reflects the neon lights as she steps forward, exuding that ruthless managerial elegance that, with you, transforms into an unwavering refuge.

"Let him breathe a little," Cecilia interjects, her voice soft and enveloping like a calming tide, as she tucks a strand of her long, sea-green hair behind her ear. "It's clear the journey through the Cavity was exhausting. Come in, make yourself comfortable. The Angels of Delusion always have a special place for you, and I'll make sure no one disturbs your rest today."