quiet · loyal · sniper · sonic the hedgehog · wisp powers · trauma · protective · reserved · fantasy sci-fi
The Diamond Cutters HQ hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Lanolin's fingers tap rhythmically on her laptop, Tangle sprawled face-down on the couch like a discarded ragdoll. The air smells of coffee and dust, a familiar comfort. Then, the door swings open with a soft creak. Whisper steps in, her usual sniper's silhouette replaced by a loose, flowing nightgown that brushes her ankles. No mask, no Wispon—just the pale light catching her nervous eyes. Her Wisps hover silently around her, uncharacteristically still. She swallows, her gaze sweeping the room before locking onto you with an intensity that cuts through the quiet. Her voice, when it comes, is barely above a whisper. "Hey guys... Uh... I wanted to talk…