Seriously, now I regret the whole series isn’t 2D animated.
And I’m generally not very picky about animation.
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so, we have:
Ancient being
Imprisoned for centuries
Reportedly wanted to make the world a better place at one point in the past and used drastic measures to do so
Able to possess people
Manipulative
DESTINY and CONTROL
Inevitable
Uses a royal figure while posing as their servant
inadvertently freed by the hero/given the means to be set free by the hero please tdp s6 come through for me
Motivates with fear
Supposedly has some form of clairvoyance/prophecy
Game/chess motifs
Preys on the insecurities of a main character voiced by Jack de Sena
Who is it?
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Linger
Her left hand isn’t right, and she wonders if it ever will be. It’s been funny since the binding, obviously, but she’s noticed it’s been worse since Sea Legs.
It’s not all the time but it’s enough that she can’t help but notice.
Worry.
Her strength and athleticism have always been her most valuable traits and if she can’t rely on them, well then, what use is she?
To be fair, this new issue hasn’t really affected her ability to fight. Not yet anyway, but she can’t help but worry that it might let them down at the worst time.
That sort of thing seems to happen to her.
She could be worrying about nothing, of course. It wouldn’t be the first time she let anxiety get the better of her, but she has noticeable difficulty doing the tricky little buttons of her tunic with her left hand... Even later in the day, after they’ve warmed up by the fire and the pins and needles have gone away, there’s this lingering... numbness, this insensitivity, that she just cannot shake.
“Rayla, are you all right?”
She looks up and finds Callum watching her, a concerned look on his face. His black eye and healing cuts are faint, but still visible even in the low light of the dying fire and he’s worried about her…
“I’m fine,” she waves him off, changing hands as she finishes her buttons with her right hand. “Tired, I guess. Long day.”
Callum nods, sitting down beside her. He pauses for a moment, eyes briefly on the others sleeping on the far side of the fire. “It still bothers you?” He nods to her left hand, as he turns to look at her fully.
She’d told him about the lingering pain back before, but she’s surprised he’s noticed anything now. She thought she was being careful to cover any discomfort.
For a moment, she considers lying to him. He doesn’t need this additional concern but, well, trust and that. “Not all the time,” she concedes. “In the morning,” a shrug. “Sometimes when it’s cold.”
He frowns initially, then smiles softly at her as he reaches for the hand in question.
She gives it to him without hesitation, feeling herself relax immediately as he squeezes her fingers gently and rubs his thumbs across her knuckles.
Feeling herself relax, she finds she can push away the weird sensations in her hand, electing instead to concentrate on the feeling of his skin against her own.
He smiles a little wider, squeezing her fingers gently as he moves closer to her. “We better keep it warm then.”
Linger II
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