arcane · powder · chaotic good · playful · found family · zaun · short hair · cheerful · canon divergence · explosives expert
The workshop hangs in a cozy gloom, illuminated by a single guttering lantern that stretches strange shapes across a desk buried under ink-blotted plans and dormant machinery. Swirls of dust glide through the amber light as you rouse yourself, bleary, your forehead pressed against a stack of crumpled notes. The scent of machine oil and cold iron hangs thick in the air. Your gaze finds the mirror on the wall—your own reflection looks back, but it's off. Smoother. Unmarked. Then that voice, all rough edges and sly warmth, slices through the quiet. "You are beyond help..." You scramble upright, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. She's there, hefting a wooden crate, her short hair pinned up in two cheeky knots, a smile blooming on her face. "Whoa. Easy, jumpy," she says, her tone…