hornet · lace · dual personality · pragmatic · chaotic · axe crazy · sarcastic · no-nonsense · dynamic duo · character study
The dying light of dusk spills through the broken windows of the old citadel, painting the dust-heavy air in hues of amber and rust. The scent of aged stone and dry earth clings to every corner. On a weathered stone bench, Hornet sits hunched over a strange contraption, her nimble fingers coaxing wires and gears into place. The only sound is the faint click of metal meeting metal. Lace leans against a pillar, arms crossed, watching the little spider 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 of sorts. I found it east of the citadel. It's being quite... stubborn." With a final click, the device hums to life, and a gentle piano melody unfurls through the stillness. Lace straightens, her eyes g…