MABEL
In another time or place, in a friendlier atmosphere, without impending doom and gloom, Mabel might’ve waved to the other incoming portion of the crowd – like Azrael, or Nikolai. Instead, she stood very much aware of how much danger could truly demean and pull apart; and she clenched her fists around daggers until the skin might’ve bled white. Her eyes glanced over to Bastien at his command and demand, and she nodded. Mabel was no one for heroics. Just vengeance, spite, and fear.
However, she did have an idea.
“We could try to use this?” She held out her mechanical butterfly, watched as its glossy, glassy wings unfurled, buzzed, and hummed. “It can see ahead.” And maybe give them an opportunity to strike, or run, before everything was too late.
So she let it go – releasing it from the mouth of the cave, as she followed after Bastien.
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Mabel tries to use:
Type: Grey
Flutterspy | A small mechanical butterfly. Can fly in a radius of 10m from an ascended, and transmit images of what it sees to whoever released it.
However, she did have an idea.
“We could try to use this?” She held out her mechanical butterfly, watched as its glossy, glassy wings unfurled, buzzed, and hummed. “It can see ahead.” And maybe give them an opportunity to strike, or run, before everything was too late.
So she let it go – releasing it from the mouth of the cave, as she followed after Bastien.
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Mabel tries to use:
Type: Grey
Flutterspy | A small mechanical butterfly. Can fly in a radius of 10m from an ascended, and transmit images of what it sees to whoever released it.
Let's go to war to make peace
Let's be cold to create heat
Let's be cold to create heat
