Being something of a specialist in water and ice, Musse ended up volunteering to help douse any "extra enthusiasm" celebrants might be partaking in. She may be having a bit too much fun with it, summoning forth full deluges of water to drench fire hazard and instigator alike while commenting sweetly about the danger and how fortunate the recipient is that she was nearby to protect them and their property. Her smile is sweet, her tone is polite, but her water magic is surprisingly quick on the draw to douse things and people before it gets out of hand.
Candle Pathway | Locked to Robin
With all her volunteer work, Musse had been rather busy and hadn't had much opportunity to actually enjoy the decorations. With a bit of time on her hands, she aimed to rectify that. Walking slowly through the streets and admiring the light displays, her expression was wistful, pensive even. In the peace of the night, she couldn't help but let her thoughts stray - to situations she could not change, and to the grim fate that was laid before her.
Triage - Rescue Efforts in Celliwig | OTA
Fire. Burning flesh. Screams of terror, pain and death. Musse pressed forward in her grim duty. Without her Panzer Soldat, fighting a dragon with her still-limited magical capacity seemed foolish, and so she instead went to where she felt she would be most useful - rescue. Her healing magic, and her command of water and ice would serve to save as many as she could. With calm precision, she stepped into the rescue efforts, directing survivors and using her magic to douse flames and heal injuries as best she could.
While fatigue is clearly visible on her face, her expression is set in steely determination. Any hint of her regular playfulness is gone as she moves with crisp efficiency, barking orders when needed with the air of a military commander. Those of unusual perception, however, may see the torment in her eyes. All this pain and suffering - this could, and soon would visit her homeland, her people. She must bear this. When all is complete, she knows that this sight will be amplified by the thousands. And that knowledge fills her with unshakeable dread.
Musse Egret | Trails of Cold Steel
Being something of a specialist in water and ice, Musse ended up volunteering to help douse any "extra enthusiasm" celebrants might be partaking in. She may be having a bit too much fun with it, summoning forth full deluges of water to drench fire hazard and instigator alike while commenting sweetly about the danger and how fortunate the recipient is that she was nearby to protect them and their property. Her smile is sweet, her tone is polite, but her water magic is surprisingly quick on the draw to douse things and people before it gets out of hand.
Candle Pathway | Locked to Robin
With all her volunteer work, Musse had been rather busy and hadn't had much opportunity to actually enjoy the decorations. With a bit of time on her hands, she aimed to rectify that. Walking slowly through the streets and admiring the light displays, her expression was wistful, pensive even. In the peace of the night, she couldn't help but let her thoughts stray - to situations she could not change, and to the grim fate that was laid before her.
Triage - Rescue Efforts in Celliwig | OTA
Fire. Burning flesh. Screams of terror, pain and death. Musse pressed forward in her grim duty. Without her Panzer Soldat, fighting a dragon with her still-limited magical capacity seemed foolish, and so she instead went to where she felt she would be most useful - rescue. Her healing magic, and her command of water and ice would serve to save as many as she could. With calm precision, she stepped into the rescue efforts, directing survivors and using her magic to douse flames and heal injuries as best she could.
While fatigue is clearly visible on her face, her expression is set in steely determination. Any hint of her regular playfulness is gone as she moves with crisp efficiency, barking orders when needed with the air of a military commander. Those of unusual perception, however, may see the torment in her eyes. All this pain and suffering - this could, and soon would visit her homeland, her people. She must bear this. When all is complete, she knows that this sight will be amplified by the thousands. And that knowledge fills her with unshakeable dread.