((ooc: as i don't have anything in her journal yet, i'll give a little tidbit about reva. she's a mage that's possessed/fused with a spirit of rage which grants her immunity to high heat and fire, as well as manipulation over heat. she can melt through just about anything. she also has a bad temper. anyone using telepathy on her won't pick up on multiple voices as she and the spirit are one being with one voice, one thought process.))
»» ONE. [Reva snorts as she holds up the thermal suit. She doesn't need this. Face-melting temperatures are nothing, she is the walking embodiment of face-melting temperatures. She's not actually paying much attention the debriefing as irritation comes over her. Fire can be seen dancing beneath her skin, as if it's in her very veins. Her eyes flash a little brighter.
They take her and don't bother to think about her abilities?
No, she has to keep calm. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and counts to ten. She slowly lets it out, looking less like she's going to go up in flames. The suit could be useful, something she can wear and not set on fire. But the sleeves have to go. She searches for the seams and tugs at them, trying to pull the sleeves free but it seems the suit is made of tougher stuff.]
Anyone got a knife?
»» PLAN, WHAT PLAN. [She's not interested in rescuing some empress. She's perfectly happy to destroy things, however. To act as a distraction. A cocky girl, barely out of her teens, not up for following directions but more than happy to cause some havoc. The lava and heat is like home for her. She's comfortable and in her element, quite literally.
She moves easily through and over the lava, like it's a part of her. Moving from one place to another, destroying this or that. Hopefully she's not destroying anything they'll need.]
Reva Anne Firebrand | Original
»» ONE.
[Reva snorts as she holds up the thermal suit. She doesn't need this. Face-melting temperatures are nothing, she is the walking embodiment of face-melting temperatures. She's not actually paying much attention the debriefing as irritation comes over her. Fire can be seen dancing beneath her skin, as if it's in her very veins. Her eyes flash a little brighter.
They take her and don't bother to think about her abilities?
No, she has to keep calm. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and counts to ten. She slowly lets it out, looking less like she's going to go up in flames. The suit could be useful, something she can wear and not set on fire. But the sleeves have to go. She searches for the seams and tugs at them, trying to pull the sleeves free but it seems the suit is made of tougher stuff.]
Anyone got a knife?
»» PLAN, WHAT PLAN.
[She's not interested in rescuing some empress. She's perfectly happy to destroy things, however. To act as a distraction. A cocky girl, barely out of her teens, not up for following directions but more than happy to cause some havoc. The lava and heat is like home for her. She's comfortable and in her element, quite literally.
She moves easily through and over the lava, like it's a part of her. Moving from one place to another, destroying this or that. Hopefully she's not destroying anything they'll need.]