Celeste
Residential District, Allanah's Residence
The woman opened her eyes, a grin forming on her face. She was in a room: Allanah's room. On her hand she held a vial full with blue-green liquid. She examined it closely, fascination in her expression, as she chuckled earnestly. "Good try, my adorable Allanah. What is this, a mixture you have concocted yourself, perhaps?" she poured the remaining contents of the vial down on the floor, her other hand closing and opening, feeling a little more stiff than it should be. She let out her wings. It didn't feel right, and she felt like she couldn't flap it properly. "I see. A paralysis inducing potion. Clever. You have done well to thwart my efforts. One second too late, I would not have been able to move while I'm in control. Such a waste when I bided my time for almost a year just to get this moment of dominance. Let's see..." she walked over to the mirror and stared at herself, smiling mischievously. She took off her clothes, one article at a time, seeing the dark splotches on her limbs and stomach. "Hideous." she muttered, running her fingers over her skin. "Nobody would want a rotting body. I certainly don't. That's why... be a good girl, stop being stubborn and let me use yours already, Al~"
No response.
Celeste frowned. "Boring." she muttered, as she slipped on new clothes, brushing her hair with her fingers as she stared at herself in the mirror. It was bizarre to be moving again after almost a year in limbo. Even more bizarre to be back in her original body again. She glanced at the clock. She only had, at most, a day, before Allanah tries to pull her back again. Should she go to Yadressil forest right here and now, find a way to free Al's body to retake it, or should she walk around Abaddon and go sightseeing? Well, one option would certainly give her a chance to escape her current situation, so there's no contest.
Sightseeing, it is.
After all... playing with Allanah is pretty fun.
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Errol
Residential District
Changes. It was everywhere. But for better or worse, the Residential District still seems to be the same. Errol walked silently atop the roofs of the houses, glancing about at the people walking around, living their lives. He had no idea where ti go right now, or what to do. Now that Xena has been around some of older colleagues he had started to feel... out of place. The Sanctuary used to be his space, a place where it was just him and Xena. It was never busy, there never were many patients. But now... everyone is coming and going. It has become so...
busy. Buzzling with people.
Errol never liked crowds.
Perhaps that was the problem. In his younger days, it was drilled into him. As a slave, more people meant more customers, traders, talking about him and his sister as if they were livestock. As an assassin, more people meant more witnesses. In a nutshell, more people have always meant more danger for him. Well, it's true that he no longer has to go by that way of living but... he just feels uncomfortable. And as a result he was inclined to avoid crowds as much as possible. It was an instinct, ingrained under his skin so well that he could no longer get rid of it. Xena tried. She didn't succeed either.
On the corner of his eye, he caught the glimpse of a grey cloak, a figure closing the door and walking away with a purpose. He could not see its face properly in the angle, but its built and movement was quite feminine... and familiar. She seemed to pull out something from it's pocket, and with a small amused smile, Errol started heading towards her, his movement swift and silent as he jumped from roof to roof, ultimately landing on a crouch on the ground next to her. He looked up, and soon enough he realized his suspicion was correct.
"Mina." he muttered as he stood up and brushed some dust off his clothes. "I was wondering why you suddenly disappeared from the Sanctuary. You look much better, good, but..." he hesitated as he took in her clothes. "What's with that get-up?"