Genevieve L'esprit
The rushing wind caused the ballroom gown like excrescence of Genevieve's body to billow gently. She sat perfectly still, her eyes closed and mind distantly following the battle that was raging no more than meters away. The calamity and peril permeated the air, it was almost tangible and divine to the touch. How she did loath this assignment however, especially in comparison to her last. This current one of "defend and protect" was so beneath her. Before Albia, her assignment was to woo and convert those who had been a part of this pathetic resistance. That assignment, that she was good at. This one was more suited to that brute of a Tyrannitar, running around destroying everything in his negligence. Pathetic.
Maybe Auron didn't fully appreciate her abilities, no, that wasn't it. Maybe the fact she was here, was more a result of his understanding. Her legs remained neatly tucked under her body, sitting slightly at an angle, her skirt like extension flowing freely. Two Kabutops flanked her on either side, serving as personal guards. They shifted uncomfortably at Genevieve's eerily calm demeanor amid the chaos. Smiling to herself at their discomfort, she was pleased to know that these worthless beings were capable of such a response.
She lifted the two Kabutops in the air, their feet dangling under the exertion of her psychic power. The unmistakable incandescent glow of her ability radiating around them. If they were uncomfortable with their assignment, then they were of no further use to her. She continued to lift them, high into the airspace above her. "Your services are no longer required," she whispered. The pressure on their bodies amplified, the force breaking them in half before releasing her grasp, their bodies plummeted back to the dust from once they came with a sickening thud.
The loss of those towers was going to be a problem, a bigger one than many others might have realized. It wasn't time to run yet, but that time might not be far off. The smoke and rubble from the now fallen tower cast a cloud over the area. Quickly reaching out for the location of her fellow Sentinels, Genevieve observed where the battle was converging, the ultimate climax surely at hand.
She decided to toy with the Gold tribe, hoping to throw a wrench into their plans. Words were oftentimes, more effective than violence. She reached out mentally, attempting to tap the communication avenues of her targets. "Hello," she said mentally. Her words oddly contrasting to the turmoil of the surroundings. Such a simple word, yet one of hidden deeper significance.
"I truly wish you hadn't destroyed that tower, such beautiful architecture," she continued. "I would just encourage you, no implore you, be careful of your next actions. We wouldn't want others to be hurt unnecessarily, now would we?" She projected finally, with a hint of false sympathy.
Rising to her feet, she strode off to meet with her compatriots. Hoping her little mind game had reached those it was intended for.
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