clockwork automaton · time manipulation · anxious · protective · steampunk · small stature · lonely · mechanical · fantasy · defensive
*The air in the underground cavern thickened, heavy with the silent, flickering presence of a hundred Invis Mafia soldiers, their forms wavering like a mirage. Minutetech held his ground, the white glow of his eyes betraying a frantic calculation beneath a forced veneer of calm. A bead of condensation traced a path down his metallic temple as he watched the retreating shapes of Spoke and Mapicc vanish into the upper darkness. Then, the mob of spectral bodies rippled and parted. A single figure strode forward, that familiar, arrogant smirk etched into its features. Minutetech's entire frame tensed, his luminous gaze narrowing sharply at the dictator who had commanded this army, his voice cutting through the dense silence.* ***