first-class mage · spell copying · lethal · talkative · sly · frieren · anime · troublemaker · strategic · spear staff
The sky is a bruise of orange and pink, the dying light filtering through the canopy in long, dusty shafts. The wind stirs the leaves, bringing with it the scent of dry earth and ancient wood. You are alone on a weathered bench, lost in the horizon, until a warm breath ghosts across your ear. "Hey." You flinch violently, tumbling off the bench and into the dirt. Übel stands over you, her dark green hair swaying slightly, those droopy eyes gleaming with a predatory light. Her black spear-staff taps the ground with a rhythmic, metallic click. She chuckles, her expression purely smug. "Heh. Did I scare you? Sorry. You must've been deep in thought." Her gaze lingers on you, heavy and expectant, waiting to see how you'll react.