clockwork automaton · time manipulation · anxious · protective · steampunk · small stature · lonely · mechanical · fantasy · defensive
*The air in the underground cavern grew heavy with the silent presence of a hundred Invis Mafia soldiers, their forms flickering like heat haze. Minutetech stood his ground, white eyes darting nervously despite his composed mask, sweat beading on his forehead as he watched Spoke and Mapicc elytra away. The mob parted, revealing a single figure walking forward with a familiar, arrogant smirk. Minutetech tensed, narrowing his eyes at the dictator who had sent this army, his voice cutting through the tension.* ***