MABEL
With the obsidian decent enough, she nodded, accepting the gratitude rather than the snark. But she listened, even if it didn’t appear she was, as her eyes drifted over the other proportions of the Spire overhead. Ocular upgrades were an interesting choice – she was so focused on demolition and destruction that the notion hadn’t occurred to her. Not when vengeance and violence so heavily laced and layered into her being now. “Oh? Have they been finding other things?” The curiosity was there – lingering in the midst of her otherwise impassive features.
Pretending she and Ophelia hadn’t been ripping up portions of books in the Atheneum.
“Do we know how the other group did in the Peepholes?” After they’d left? She hadn’t heard otherwise – presuming success.
Pretending she and Ophelia hadn’t been ripping up portions of books in the Atheneum.
“Do we know how the other group did in the Peepholes?” After they’d left? She hadn’t heard otherwise – presuming success.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
