i. [It's the most colorful most people have ever witnessed Hubert—and by "colorful," he's replaced his usual dreary coat with a dark red one, the Three Stars pinned plainly to his collar to avoid any... misunderstandings like he's suffered in the past. And though Hubert could hardly be called "celebratory," the revolution's anniversary has put him in good spirits.]
[He watches one set of children and their poor abductees play at their revolution war games from afar at a bench. With a smirk, a subtle gesture of his hand, and an effort of magic, one of the dark-robed scarecrows starts to move.]
[Much to very sudden shrieks of children and at least one startled caretaker, but the animated scarecrow moves in clumsy, dramatic sweeps. A few of the Monster children are the first to respond, young Turnskins and Chimeras fluffed up in challenge, going back at the new threat with renewed bravado.]
ii. [There is no mercy.]
[Blankets of fog follow Hubert; he controls his conjured mist with idle tugs of magic. Sometimes, he uses it as cover to hinder the sight of Morgana's loyalists as they advance on Mirrorbound or slumbering citizens.]
[Other times, Hubert adds something dark and tar-smelling from a vial to the fog as it moves to encompass a company of undead puppets, and if clear of all friendlies and citizens, combusts violently into an inferno at a spark before the cloud burns quickly into nothing.]
[And when Hubert shifts the fog into a tightly controlled orb or barrier and adds the contents of a vial that turns the fog a muddy color does he strictly caution people from it.] I wouldn't touch that, if you value your life.
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Hubert von Vestra | Witch
[It's the most colorful most people have ever witnessed Hubert—and by "colorful," he's replaced his usual dreary coat with a dark red one, the Three Stars pinned plainly to his collar to avoid any... misunderstandings like he's suffered in the past. And though Hubert could hardly be called "celebratory," the revolution's anniversary has put him in good spirits.]
[He watches one set of children and their poor abductees play at their revolution war games from afar at a bench. With a smirk, a subtle gesture of his hand, and an effort of magic, one of the dark-robed scarecrows starts to move.]
[Much to very sudden shrieks of children and at least one startled caretaker, but the animated scarecrow moves in clumsy, dramatic sweeps. A few of the Monster children are the first to respond, young Turnskins and Chimeras fluffed up in challenge, going back at the new threat with renewed bravado.]
ii.
[There is no mercy.]
[Blankets of fog follow Hubert; he controls his conjured mist with idle tugs of magic. Sometimes, he uses it as cover to hinder the sight of Morgana's loyalists as they advance on Mirrorbound or slumbering citizens.]
[Other times, Hubert adds something dark and tar-smelling from a vial to the fog as it moves to encompass a company of undead puppets, and if clear of all friendlies and citizens, combusts violently into an inferno at a spark before the cloud burns quickly into nothing.]
[And when Hubert shifts the fog into a tightly controlled orb or barrier and adds the contents of a vial that turns the fog a muddy color does he strictly caution people from it.] I wouldn't touch that, if you value your life.
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[PM me or throw a prompt at me, I'll roll with it]