<div class="floatright">(https://i.ibb.co/Lhx8WCk/Z04.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hinawa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>S.S Radiant Entrance<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Making It Worse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Abel, Missy, Sandy<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Slowly, Hinawa floated back down onto the ground, still seeming light as air and merely 'allowing' gravity to work for once. She did take advantage of her ghostly nature often, after all. The antics of this... 'Sandy' were grating, but at least it was marginally funny to see her harassed by Missy. Really, the Mismagius would've preferred just throwing a shadow ball at Sandy, but this was a close second. Maybe not every situation needed a violent resolution, but there was one that definitely did.<br/><br/>"I'm Hinawa the Mismagius. I've got destructive power to match almost anything." There was certainly a boast to her statement, but she also seemed to completely believe it. Of course, being able to destroy things wasn't actually her strongest point - that was more of a bonus, really. Her real ability was putting curses or even blessings on people with her voice alone, but she wasn't about to tell these two that little fact. Especially not to Abel after the comment<em>he</em>just allowed himself to make. It was time for some disciplining of the naughty boy. She glanced to Abel briefly... and snapped her fingers. Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, at least obviously, though Abel might notice sooner than Sandy that there was something uncomfortably warm near him. To be precise, a second Will-O-Wisp had puffed into existence right under his ass.<br/><br/>"You need something blown to bits, I'm happy to oblige. This guy here... Well, I think squids taste good in teriyaki sauce."<br/><br/>The Will-O-Wisp under Abel's behind suddenly became much larger, as a very smug smile appeared on Hinawa's face as well. Abel really had not ended up in the best company he could've wished for today. Hinawa meanwhile was still considering if she really should add a witches' hat to her outfit. Really, the women that actually<em>enjoyed</em>fashion were the truly weird ones. And the bad kind of weird, too.