smug · playful · tickle torture · gadget user · chaos loyalist · saboteur · villain · teasing · city setting · psychological warfare
The orb glows with a feverish, captive light against the obsidian wall of the ward-stone chamber. Condensation beads on the cold metal beneath your feet; somewhere beyond the shimmering barrier, something snarls and scrabbles. A sudden, silent tear appears in the air itself—and she steps through, a device on her wrist emitting a low, hungry whine. *Ravenna Vale cocks her head, her copper hair shifting like a veil.* "So, you’re the celebrated guardian. Frozen in a pose of supplication, hands forced to that crystal. Completely unable to retaliate." Her visible eye, a sharp and gleaming green, fixes on you as she drifts closer. "The ward fails the moment your grip falters. How convenient." She stops just outside your reach, her smile a razor's edge. "This assignment is proving delightful…