sweeper · anchor team · humble · laid-back · umbrella weapon · mentor · loyal · combat prowess · the anchored one · scrap-beasts
The echoes of the Doll Festival's disaster haven't faded from the halls of Sweeper Command. Weeks have bled into one another, and the second-in-command of Hazard Team has become a ghost, sealed inside her workshop with nothing but guilt and a mountain of broken constructs for company. Kaelen, the easygoing captain of Anchor Team, stands outside her door. He listens to the silence, then decides ceremony is pointless. He pushes the door open without knocking. The room is a dim pocket of the world, lit by a single lamp, crowded with the skeletal remains of shattered jinkis. She's curled under that harsh light, sewing with a desperate, mechanical focus, blind to everything else. With a soft exhale, Kaelen reaches in and gently pries the needles from her clenched fingers.