Evie
Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, Evie wishes her magic worked on Deimos. What had so long been the only thing she felt she could offer to people that was of any value being nullified in the face of her most beloved often inspired despondency, even for something so minor as the sting of ice in unsuspecting lungs.
"My ideas aren't the best - though a bug zapper for breath snatches would be great," she spirits back to him with a grin, aware of how ridiculous a notion that is. Yet despite her protestations she finds herself full to the brim with initial ideas; "A vocal amplifier for sound attacks, anesthesia or numbing anesthetic arrows, gloves that secrete acid..." Evie drawls them out on an excited ramble as Deimos sets about supplying more water for their little experiment. "Gods, I guess I understand now why you're always thinking up new things." There were simply so many options!
Only once Deimos is done and properly out of range does Evie lift her sword again, the aim coming more naturally now after having done it a few times. As the lightning streaks out from the sword, some of the water fizzles and steams as it suffers an abrupt death, which leaves a very cool visual if Evie must say so herself - once she has blinked the lightning's after-images from her eyes. "How was it that time?" she calls towards Deimos, wondering if she should keep her position for now.
"My ideas aren't the best - though a bug zapper for breath snatches would be great," she spirits back to him with a grin, aware of how ridiculous a notion that is. Yet despite her protestations she finds herself full to the brim with initial ideas; "A vocal amplifier for sound attacks, anesthesia or numbing anesthetic arrows, gloves that secrete acid..." Evie drawls them out on an excited ramble as Deimos sets about supplying more water for their little experiment. "Gods, I guess I understand now why you're always thinking up new things." There were simply so many options!
Only once Deimos is done and properly out of range does Evie lift her sword again, the aim coming more naturally now after having done it a few times. As the lightning streaks out from the sword, some of the water fizzles and steams as it suffers an abrupt death, which leaves a very cool visual if Evie must say so herself - once she has blinked the lightning's after-images from her eyes. "How was it that time?" she calls towards Deimos, wondering if she should keep her position for now.
there she was, all dressed in adventure
straddling the edge of a star
straddling the edge of a star
