Who: Mal, Evie, and Carlos de Vil When: Saturday Evening [Backdated] Where: Carlos' place What: A rescue mission Warnings: Mild language, burning things, dragon shenanigans Status: Closed/In-Progress
Mal had known almost immediately that something was wrong with both Evie and Carlos. It wasn't just their mannerisms and or way of speaking. It was something else; something that only Mal would see. Jay would have seen it, too. She was almost offended that whatever this was tried to make her think otherwise.
The talk of pods made Mal's skin crawl. While she wasn't familiar with such things existing in Auradon or on the Isle, Mal knew about creating beings that were a clone of someone. She knew of making one's self look different to deceive and manipulate.
The clones had tried. Both of them did, but Mal had been ahead of their game. At least with knowing better than to get too close.
Finding where her Evie and Carlos were was Mal's first mission. She knew she could be a valuable asset to the town, but her friends would always take precedence. No plant was going to take them away from her. Mal knew it was possible she might run into the clones as she made her gallant trip to Carlos' apartment, but she was ready. A magicked sword spelled with a bright flame around the blade in hand and a swift kick to the door for a dramatic entrance, Mal took a moment to assess the room.
Empty and cold with the heavy chill coming from Carlos' room. A smell that reminded her far too much of the Isle hung in the air and Mal knew where she had to go.
Her dragon form would have worked but she had to be careful with her aim. With Evie and Carlos inside the pods, Mal needed to be precise as to not burn either of them. A slash, a chop, and another slash to Evie's pod, Mal took a step back to look over her work with a hope that would have made Fairy Godmother proud.