Who: Zoe and [Open] Where: The Niflheim's Mansion When: Immediately after her arrival, around noon Ratings: PG, subject to go up Warnings: None that I can think of...but PG to be safe. Summary: Zoe finds herself near the Niflheim mansion and immediantly begins to situate herself. Zoe barked out a brief magical word and her double-bladed staff appeared instantly in her hand. The darkness swirled around her and Zoe narrowed her eyes as she tried to find some source of stability. As sudden as the darkness had appeared, it disappeared, vaporizing into thin air. Zoe did not straighten immediately. Instead she held her staff firmly with both hands, held diagonally across her body, her eyes flashing across the rather barren landscape for any sign of a challenge. Finding none, Zoe relaxed enough to dismiss her staff and study the land more closely.
A large mansion towered above her, only a few yards away. It radiated the presence of many, as well as a darker feeling that made Zoe curious. It was a menacing structure, and Zoe approached it carefully at first, tendrils of tar black mist melting away from her, remnants of the illusion she had been casting for the pleasure of others and her own survival. Running her eyes over the building again, Zoe stepped right up to the large and elegantly crafted double doors to knock boldly, announcing her presence.
She really couldn’t believe her luck. At the point where she was most desperate to enter this rather famed war, she might have actually been granted her wish. Zoe knew that fighting in the war had its risks…like the obvious, dying. But working with those of Hell also held its own traps.
None the less, there Zoe stood, her face blank and mysterious. Shadows danced across what could be seen of her face as she braced herself to meet whatever came to meet her.