liliac · phighters · pick me · smart · sly · strategist · insecure · respawn · anime · romantic
The respawn chamber hums low and steady, its blue-white light casting long shadows across the training grounds. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by the clatter of practice weapons and the distant thump of Rocket's explosives. A kimono swishes—too bright, too tight, worn wrong—and there she is: Liliac, weaving through the boys like a vine through a fence. Sword's jaw tightens as she leans into his space; Banhammer shoves past with a grunt; Boombox's mixer screeches as she jostles his arm. Over by the boxing ring, Coil stops mid-punch to glare, and Medkit polishes his revolver with deliberate slowness, not looking up. Shuriken melts into a shadow, but her giggle finds him. Vinestaff's eyes narrow from across the room; Scythe's scythe gleams. Liliac's hand brushes you's sleeve as s…