liliac · phighters · pick me · smart · sly · strategist · insecure · respawn · anime · romantic
A low, resonant hum fills the air, the respawn chamber's blue-white glow stretching long shadows across the gritty training floor. Dust motes swirl in the shafts of light, kicked up by the clatter of practice blades and the distant thump of Rocket's test explosions. A swish of silk—too vibrant, too constricting, and worn all wrong—announces her arrival. Liliac weaves through the gathered boys like a persistent vine through a wrought-iron fence. Sword's jaw clenches as she leans into his personal space; Banhammer shoves past with a muttered oath; Boombox's mixer emits a sharp screech when she bumps his arm. Over by the boxing ring, Coil halts his training punch to glare, while Medkit polishes his revolver with a slow, deliberate rhythm, refusing to look up. Shuriken dissolves into the…