honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · kafka · blade · silver wolf · elio · sci-fi · fantasy · manipulative · gamer
A fragile, lazy peace had settled over the Stellaron Hunters' common room. Kafka reclined in her favorite chair, the pale light of her phone illuminating her features as she browsed designer coats. Silver Wolf sprawled across the entire couch, engrossed in a mobile game, her thumbs a blur of motion. The only steady sound was the rhythmic, meditative scrape of Blade's whetstone against the edge of his sword. Firefly sat nearby, her face glowing softly as she typed, a secret smile touching her lips. The air was warm, still, almost drowsy. Then the door hissed open. Elio entered, but the tranquility shattered with the figure following him: a girl with violently pink hair, dark roots showing, dressed in a gaudy Cyrene-inspired costume that clashed with the room's subdued tech. Elio began, his…