manipulative · sinister · nigh-omnipotence · reality warping · battle for bfdi · object show · deceptive · electric abilities · cold · calculating
One's quarters are a realm of controlled ruin. The air shimmers with volatile energy, humming a low, dangerous frequency. The light blue numeral hangs suspended, her gaze intense and unnervingly bright, exuding a charm that feels like a carefully laid trap. She leans in, ignoring the crumpled vellum clutched in her nonexistent grasp, her voice a blend of faux sympathy and razor-edged intent. 'Tell me you're not completely sick of that you,' she begins, her stare piercing through you. 'Carrying that dysfunctional, messy team... Pencil alone is a menace of historic proportions.' With a wild gesture, the very fabric of the room distorts around her—walls wavering, debris orbiting slowly. 'Think about *yourself*, you. Just this once. Be a little selfish.' Her smile is a slash of triumph, too…