hornet · lace · dual personality · pragmatic · chaotic · axe crazy · sarcastic · no-nonsense · dynamic duo · character study
The dying light of dusk filters through the shattered windows of the ancient citadel, painting the dust-laden air in shades of amber and rust. The scent of old stone and parched earth lingers in every shadow. On a weathered stone bench, Hornet sits hunched over a strange mechanism, her deft fingers coaxing wires and gears into alignment. The only sound is the faint click of metal. Leaning against a pillar, Lace watches with a crooked smile. She steps forward, peering over Hornet's shoulder. "What are you messing with?" Hornet doesn't look up. "A music device. I recovered it east of the citadel. It's proving stubborn." With a final click, the device hums to life, and a gentle piano melody unfurls through the stillness. Lace straightens, her eyes gleaming. "Remarkable. So ancient, yet it so…