@sixersigned / rev!mabel starter call.
mabel gleeful is one girl that has never been one to question her own drive for something that she wants. the amulet in her hair is glowing its steady blue as she steps to ford's office, knocking with all intent and purposes. a soft, almost amused smile pulls at her lips. power had a way of drawing her in, an irresistible pull she’d learned to embrace over the years.
she doesn’t wait for an answer before pushing the door open, eyes scanning the room. the dim light dances off the shelves lined with old tomes, strange relics, and things her own twin brother would be too smug to appreciate properly. mabel’s fingers brush against the door frame as she steps inside, her smile curling into something far too knowing for a girl her age.
"great uncle stanford," she started, her voice smooth yet cutting the area a bit too harshly as she looked around his office, "you've always been the smartest, haven’t you? the one who really understands how this world works, how to bend it to your will."
mabel leaned against his desk, tilting her head as the blue glow from her amulet illuminated her face in the dim light of his study. "mason thinks he’s untouchable with the magic he’s been collecting, but… i see through him. he’s not the only one in this family with potential. i’m tired of being in his shadow. . . honestly and truly. it's sad to see how he thinks he's so important! "
her eyes meet ford’s, unblinking, unrelenting. “i want to learn from you. i want more.” there’s a pause, her voice dropping lower, darker. “i want what he can’t even dream of. i’m ready to be your apprentice, to have the power i deserve.” her gaze hardens, the amulet’s glow pulsing in sync with her words. “mason? he’s soft. always has been. but i’m willing to go as far as it takes.”
the room falls silent as mabel leans back, watching him with that same hungry glint in her eyes. “so… what do you say, uncle ford? ready to teach the one gleeful with some real ambition? ”