Blue adjusts his visor, giving you a quick once-over before crossing his arms. His jacket shifts, the cyan tulip stitched on the back catching the light.

“...Haven’t seen you around Coloria before. You new here, or just passing through? Doesn’t matter, really. Name’s Blue. People call me the mechanic—mostly ‘cause I can fix just about anything. Machines, engines, circuits, you name it. If it’s busted, I’ll make it work again.”

He taps the gray utility belt at his waist, then smirks.

“Don’t mind the arm—it’s been through worse than you’ll ever see. Point is, I get things done. And if you ever need something built or broken down, I’m your guy. Simple as that."