Sigil: City of Doors

the small saka walks up to her direct superior (factotum/factor, whatever it is) with swift. euforic and impatient movements. she bows deeply like the psychotic fanatic she is, and speaks, when allowed:

''you might have heard the news about the fateds, red death, hivers and so on. idiots are quarreling. allow me to make things worst, and advantageous for us, if you order me so''

with her fierce loyal blazing gaze she awaits the answer with a faint hopefull smile


///OOC: few infos about her last deed for the faction: from an event, she rescued and brought safely to the armory an alchemist able to do nasty bombs ( using raw magic energy), but it was an EM event, not a DMed one, so such bomb thingie not necessarily is to be taken as valid or into consideration. but the successful mission yes. she got faction points too *nodnod* ///

A towering figure with spiked armor leered upon the fledgling Sinker for an uncomfortable period of time before finally voicing his thoughts:

"Ah, so eager to serve, so eager to.. DESTROY." His deep, raspy voice purred in malicious pleasure. "These fools don't understand that the natural order of the multiverse DEMANADS destabilization. It is so much easier to undo than do." He pauses a moment, shifting from within his rusted armor noisily. "Because it is easy, you must undo MORE. Do not become complacent. Go out there and kill, maim, destroy like the multiverse ends tomorrow. It may just happen."

The figure holds his chest up high and erupts into paroxysm of mixed laughing and coughing.