[For Eric] Mission Objective: Rescue the Damsel

[happyfalcon]

A descendant of the fabled witch, Morgan Le Fae. Anne could hardly believe such a thing was even possible. Still, since her brief encounter with the sorceress in a dream, her talent for magic had been unlocked and she'd been able to conjure spells. It seemed to make sense anyway, considering that many in her time had called her a witch. Might as well enjoy the perks of it, right?

Anne had been practicing in Eric's apartment day after day, using her magic to light candles, and conjure minor spirits to talk to when Eric was gone on a mission. But she was getting bored. She wanted to go out and use her magic to help him with these missions of his! But she wasn't sure how he'd react to such a desire. She hadn't ran the idea by him just yet.

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[irredeemed_ant]

"Well I had it in mind that if you wore your own size changing suit, we could shrink down together and escape. It's probably the easiest means of getting out detected, tempting as it would be to try and blow this place up for what Doom tried to do to you." Eric extracted a box from inside a pocket and extracted a small Wasp suit. "This can grow to your own height independently and you stick it on, then we can escape."

[happyfalcon]

Anne nodded, understanding his plan. It was a good plan. Just one thing...

"How does it work?" She felt embarrassed, that she didn't know, like she should know, after so much time with him. But she didn't. Proper damsel mode was kicking in now.

[irredeemed_ant]

She didn't need to feel embarrassed, even Eric had to learn the ins and outs of the suit when he'd started, though it had seemed that he was a natural at it. Given that Anne's background wasn't entirely tech based he figured she'd need some helpful encouragement. But he still totally trusted in her.

"It's fairly straight forwards, but we'll take it slow. First thing's to get it on you. The suit is form fitting so you should be able to wear it no problem."

[happyfalcon]

Anne smirked playfully as she took her suit in hand. With a snap of her fingers, the dress she was wearing disappeared. "And I'm certain you aren't lamenting the tight nature of the suit." She teased him. "Care to help me dress?"