Character(s): Dan, anyone else in the area who'd be brave enough to talk to a sadist~
Content: Dan does not like hail. No he doesn't. And he especially doesn't like having to search on foot.
Setting: Anywhere around the Vanaheim-Niflheim border. Specifically, G4, I mean, G6 (God I suck at this).
Time: Afternoon-ish
Warnings: Er, a perverted sadistic ghost is problem enough.
Danny may have been a ghost with ice attributes, but Dan no longer had those powers. And as such, he hated the weather right now. It was hailing. Had his hair been normal fire, it would have long since gone out.
And he wouldn't have been happy if the weather was just fine, either. He was stuck, WALKING for miles (not like it would actually pain him) until he found Danny. He had realised that searching for him aerially would be faster, but he'd never be able to see a short pinprick like him from so high up. Thus, he was stuck searching by foot. Growling, he continued moving, his cape flowing behind him as he stormed forward (no pun intended).
He was not in a mood to deal with anyone right now.