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Hornet.
@bellhearted.bsky.social
[ #HKRP | #MVRP | Post Sister of the Void ending ]
[ MAJOR ACT 3 SPOILERS ]

[ Counterpart to and penned by the same author as @hallowed-hollow. ]
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// Independent portrayal of Hornet, as counterpart to @hallowed-hollow.bsky.social.

MAJOR ACT 3 SPOILERS. Please proceed at your own discretion.

↘ Sister of the Void ending.
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I can be. No pressing matters keep me afield that I cannot revisit another day. Arrive when you are able, and I'll not be short behind.
January 16, 2026 at 10:30 PM
Your knowledge on the subject is commendable. The passion with which you regard it is plain to see.

Be it for weapons or for tools, I find myself drawn to the prospect of alternatives to design with. A meeting to see them, if only for the fantasy, would be well worth it.
January 16, 2026 at 8:59 PM
The concept of metals beyond common ranges in hue is a difficult one to grasp. Are you familiar with them enough now to utilise them within your own craft? Are they sturdier, perhaps?
January 14, 2026 at 12:25 AM
From her reflexively defensive stance she relaxes, seeing the sudden movement's source emerge, and lowers her weapon. Despite its subtlety, the distaste at it all is plain.

"You are hunting, I presume?" Far too much suspicion at the thought of eating anything here for it to be an honest curiosity.
January 14, 2026 at 12:01 AM
While not the company she expected to find here, familiar company at all is a welcome sight in these rotten caverns.

Hardly a place she would prefer to stop and chat, all told, but her shell is mercifully unblemished by the writhing parasites of this place, and so some amount of grace is offered.
January 14, 2026 at 12:01 AM
Not one for physical gestures such as bows or handshakes, she does little more than return to a stand, more confident on thin claws now that the movement of the vessel beneath them has steadied.

"Will you tell me more of your world? Perhaps I might be of some assistance to you."
January 13, 2026 at 11:19 PM
"I am Hornet, daughter of a kingdom called Hallownest," she supplies at last. Despite her implied title, her tone is too neutral to be that of some proud noble expecting blind respect. It is plain fact; only that and nothing more. "Our meeting was an unexpected but fortuitous one, Jinx."
January 13, 2026 at 11:19 PM
In the chaos of the situation, the deluge of new sights and concepts and potential, something so basic had completely and utterly slipped her mind.

"Forgive me," she prompts broadly. "Yours is a world new to me, and I find my curiosity has taken precedence over manners."
January 13, 2026 at 11:19 PM
Here she is, so far into following a shell-less bug onto an unknown craft to places even more unknown, in an already mysterious world, begging questions as inconsequential as they are impersonal, only now asking her company's name—and realising with mild humility she had failed to ever give her own.
January 13, 2026 at 11:19 PM
"The reaction you witnessed may be the fault of none but its troubled history. I beg you not allow that to deter you from future conversations with it, should you wish to meet with it again. Like you, it has much to learn in the way of conversing with others and reacting to uncertainties."
January 4, 2026 at 1:15 AM
and so too are they unaware of the prior objecthood imposed upon it. They refer to it with polite neutrality, cautious only of its size and nature."

An attempt, it would seem, to explain that neither are the bugs of Pharloom at fault for its uncanny self-correction.
January 4, 2026 at 1:15 AM
"Not many remain with their minds intact within the kingdom from which we hail," she continues, hoping both to assure and perhaps defuse, "but the bugs of this land do not uphold the expectations placed upon my sibling. They are unaware of its intended purpose,
January 4, 2026 at 1:15 AM
But to doggedly pursue it, to dig deeper when she may not yet be ready to confront it, is an unkindness Hornet is not willing to wield against either tortured god-born bug. Not this time, not when what it could be or may even not be is too unclear.
January 4, 2026 at 1:15 AM
may come from, especially not when efforts to communicate them may be fragmented or misled or simply impossible. As much as the matter seems resolved, so too is she unable to quite shake the feeling there is more to it, another layer (or ten) which Lace herself is as of yet unaware of.
January 4, 2026 at 1:15 AM
this harsh world, on the other side of her own chains, comparable to her sibling's. A complex thing, oftentimes chasing itself in circles, with no rhyme or reason to the observer—and all the social complexities that come with it. Hornet can never know exactly why or where an accusation or pain
January 4, 2026 at 1:15 AM
In its entirety, she had, perhaps, misjudged the situation. But Lace hardly needs to know that, when Hornet had herself gone to great pains to make no assumptions of her own.

Verbally, in any case.

In ways, she finds the would-be child's situation and process of coming to terms with her place in
January 4, 2026 at 1:15 AM
"You made no assumptions, then," she summarises, almost relieved, almost praising, though the tone is too neutral to be easily read as either. "Requesting that knowledge without assumption is good practice, Lace. That approach is one I can appreciate."
January 4, 2026 at 1:15 AM
"Would you tell me of why this distressed you so, Lace?" Disguised as simple ignorance, she challenges her to reflect on it herself instead, without any leading questions or expectations or ideas indirectly instilled. "Of what aspect surrounding your assumption brought you to me with such haste?"
December 24, 2025 at 12:13 AM
That, even after a century and decades more, there may still be aspects of herself she may not know or have the means to know or understand—and that, too, is okay.

But here and now, largely unprompted beyond her precise calculations and internal monologue, is not the time to divert to that.
December 24, 2025 at 12:13 AM
Each phrase now, a subtle acknowledgement, a subtle lesson; that though Lace may not yet understand aspects of herself, or find Hallow's perspective befuddling, they are decades and a century apart in their freedom, and such level of self-understanding does not happen overnight.
December 24, 2025 at 12:13 AM
"but even now it continues its journey of self-discovery."

Unwilling to outright declare the disparity in growth between the two god-made bugs, at least for now, instead she only sows the seed of the notion to allow it the chance to take root and pave the way for future conversations.
December 24, 2025 at 12:13 AM
A balance Hornet takes great care in maintaining, demonstrated now in allowing them both the space to experience the world as any other—and be a stable presence to return to should guidance or comfort be needed.

"No small amount of time has passed since its freedom," she begins carefully again,
December 24, 2025 at 12:13 AM
for Lace unwittingly stumbling into it unprepared. Part of her wishes, almost, to apologise for at least not warning her, for not introducing them under more controlled means. But she is not Lace's or her sibling's chaperone, and to act as one would be to patronise and diminish their individuality.
December 24, 2025 at 12:13 AM
"Conversations with it can be difficult, I confess," she evades seamlessly, attempting to steer her in a slightly different direction. The acknowledgement of the vessel's historical trend toward topics heavy and unintentionally philosophical serves as indirect sympathy—
December 24, 2025 at 12:13 AM
she maintains assuredly, "which have seen it take comfort in that title which was once a prison."
December 19, 2025 at 8:57 AM