all around you is tinder for the gods.
Xellos looks around, his head cocked in curiosity. Phasing in somewhere other than intended was not unanticipated, unstable as things had become in the wake of the Giga Slave. A moment’s wasted effort is spent trying to return to astral form, but no sense belaboring the matter. He takes in the strange room, noting without concern what seems to be a magical field occupying a wall. Finding that the hand holding his staff was tiny and bare, however, causes his eyes to slide slowly open.
A reflective surface draws his attention and he walks over, vanishing his staff with a thought when he finds it oddly tall and cumbersome. The mirror, such as it is, is mounted in the center of a box, knobs to one side displaying nonsensical digits. The surface is oddly colored, dark and monochrome, but it serves its purpose. Xellos watches the female child occupying his reflection for a moment, considering.
His Mistress would be most put out to find that he had disappeared, but there is nothing for it if he can’t phase out and return. He recalls the image of the golden goddess in the body of a tiny, red-haired sorceress, and a slow grin forms. So this is what the Lord of Nightmares has planned for him, is it? Interesting.
There is an energy here, a movement in the air. Xellos stands, watching his new reflection, a sanguine smile on his face. He tilts his chin, sending ringlet curls bouncing against rounded cheeks.
Perfect.
((OOC: Hi, I'm a newbie here! Name's Lena, I bring you wanderer Xellos of Slayers infamy, but in a shiny new Shirley Temple body for maximum creepy. He's in the Rift Room at the Conrad, 'case that's not clear. Hope y'all like evil!))
A reflective surface draws his attention and he walks over, vanishing his staff with a thought when he finds it oddly tall and cumbersome. The mirror, such as it is, is mounted in the center of a box, knobs to one side displaying nonsensical digits. The surface is oddly colored, dark and monochrome, but it serves its purpose. Xellos watches the female child occupying his reflection for a moment, considering.
His Mistress would be most put out to find that he had disappeared, but there is nothing for it if he can’t phase out and return. He recalls the image of the golden goddess in the body of a tiny, red-haired sorceress, and a slow grin forms. So this is what the Lord of Nightmares has planned for him, is it? Interesting.
There is an energy here, a movement in the air. Xellos stands, watching his new reflection, a sanguine smile on his face. He tilts his chin, sending ringlet curls bouncing against rounded cheeks.
Perfect.
((OOC: Hi, I'm a newbie here! Name's Lena, I bring you wanderer Xellos of Slayers infamy, but in a shiny new Shirley Temple body for maximum creepy. He's in the Rift Room at the Conrad, 'case that's not clear. Hope y'all like evil!))