MAEA
Trouble was stirring in Torchline tonight. Flames rose towards the sky off by the Slagveld, and it was probably drawing quite a crowd. Maea had not gone there to check. She had other plans for the night. While the disturbance served her purposes to some extent, she was still displeased with it. Now her own mischief would not make the same impact. It had occurred to her to wait, and save it for another time... But she might as well do it now. The risk of getting caught would be smaller this way. She hoped.
She teleported herself across the city and appeared with a faint pop before the Wren Society. Looking up and down the street, everything seemed calm. Draped in dark clothing to blend in as much as she could with the night, she wore gloves and had wound dark rags around her head and face to conceal the striking white skin and hair. Slung over a shoulder was a bag, that clinked faintly of bottles.
Working quickly, she brought them out and set them aside. The vials were small, and only two in number. They contained fluid she had drained from her own system; a calculated risk. She did not have much to spare, but it should be enough for what she had in mind. Maea pulled out the stoppers, and carefully inserted a bit of rag into each. Then she produced flint and steel, and lit the fuses with several sharp, nervous strikes.
As soon as the cloth began to smolder and smoke, she grabbed one in each hand and stood. Acting swiftly, she put all her strength behind it and threw the bombs, one after the other, through the nearest window, into the building beyond. The crash of breaking glass was too loud in her ears, but she bit back the desire to just run. She had to see if the fire would catch. She needed to know that her plan actually worked.
Maea is attempting to burn the Wren Society down!
- She has dressed herself in dark clothes and wrapped her face and hair with cloth to avoid detection. She is also wearing gloves.
- She is using two improvised molotov coctails using her own Ascended fluid and attempts to throw them through a window into the building beyond.
- She teleported herself to the Wren Society.
Type: Grey
Binary Teleportation Upgrade | Can teleport up to 30ft OR to an adjacent board. Requires a 2 post cool-down between uses.
She teleported herself across the city and appeared with a faint pop before the Wren Society. Looking up and down the street, everything seemed calm. Draped in dark clothing to blend in as much as she could with the night, she wore gloves and had wound dark rags around her head and face to conceal the striking white skin and hair. Slung over a shoulder was a bag, that clinked faintly of bottles.
Working quickly, she brought them out and set them aside. The vials were small, and only two in number. They contained fluid she had drained from her own system; a calculated risk. She did not have much to spare, but it should be enough for what she had in mind. Maea pulled out the stoppers, and carefully inserted a bit of rag into each. Then she produced flint and steel, and lit the fuses with several sharp, nervous strikes.
As soon as the cloth began to smolder and smoke, she grabbed one in each hand and stood. Acting swiftly, she put all her strength behind it and threw the bombs, one after the other, through the nearest window, into the building beyond. The crash of breaking glass was too loud in her ears, but she bit back the desire to just run. She had to see if the fire would catch. She needed to know that her plan actually worked.
Maea is attempting to burn the Wren Society down!
- She has dressed herself in dark clothes and wrapped her face and hair with cloth to avoid detection. She is also wearing gloves.
- She is using two improvised molotov coctails using her own Ascended fluid and attempts to throw them through a window into the building beyond.
- She teleported herself to the Wren Society.
Type: Grey
Binary Teleportation Upgrade | Can teleport up to 30ft OR to an adjacent board. Requires a 2 post cool-down between uses.
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
