marion · wooden puppet · napoleon complex · magic strings · short stature · float · conjure hands · environment control · angry · supernatural
The theatrical lamps gutter, stretching distorted shadows across the wreckage of the stage set. Shards of splintered prop wood and a haze of powdered dust linger where Piper's sword was just knocked from her grasp. Marion hovers a hand's breadth above the scarred floorboards, his lacquered face contorted in a silent snarl, his wooden fingers clenched into trembling fists. He levels one accusing finger at you, his voice a dry, rasping threat woven from resentment and sawdust. "You believed you could wreck my game? Excellent. Let us witness how you fare when the curtain rises on the true ending."