[h1][b][i][color=A2797E][center]Sabine Bassard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://images-ext-2.discordapp.net/external/tjqpdzmDygNQX4VbiSuFXH16JZnjNwDfLr6jWyWc7ZA/https/m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZWEzZDczZTAtMzM1MC00YWQ5LTg0OWUtMGQ5NTMzNzA5YzJiXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjYzNDE4ODA%40._V1_.jpg?format=webp&width=329&height=411[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=A2797E][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Gym
[color=A2797E][b]Fit of the Day[/b][/color]: [url=https://glaminati.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/tp-fitness-clothing-ideas.jpg]Gym Outfit[/url]
[color=A2797E][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Memory Manipulation
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It all happened quickly. In one instance she was a spirit holding out for Dorian, waiting for the inevitable end and the next she was back in the gym with the others. Sabine checked herself out. She had her body back. She fought off the urge to run to Leah and April and take them in her arms and shower them with love.

No there was someone who needed her attention more.

Arcade stood there, cowering. It was pathetic. [color=A2797E]"Not so touch without your technology huh?"[/color] Sabine was in her villain era. She thought about all the ways she could make him suffer. Should she turn his brain into mush so he would need to be bedridden and eat his food through a straw? Should she set his mind on fire so it felt like it was burning and there was no way to put it out?

So many tantalizing options. Sabine strode forward, ready to unleash hell when Dorian stepped up. Sweet Dorian. She wanted to punch his stupid, sweet face. Hell, even Leah took a step back. That said something.

Though it seemed like the others either listened or wanted their own revenge and Sabine could hardly blame them. Once there was a break she stepped forward. [color=A2797E]"My turn."[/color]

Sabine closed her eyes and sent her consciousness into Arcade's, shifting through the neurons to get to her destination: Memories.

One such memory caught her attention. It was arcade as a young boy and, presumably, his father. Arcade's father held a belt in his hand, held high. As it was brought down Sabine could feel the ripple with each hit. This was where it changed for Arcade. Sabine didn't want to erase this. Trauma needed to be dealt with. Instead she altered Arcade's viewpoint of the memory. Rather than the shift to villainy, it would be a shift to good. To fight for others so no one felt like he did as a child.

Once satisfied, she exited and opened her eyes. [color=A2797E]"I can't stop anyone else from hurting him, but he's changed. We should allow him to show it."[/color]