[color=f9ad81][b]Sloane[/b][/color]
[justify][indent]This world was beyond her knowledge and belief, and Red had left without much warning or time for questions. So, Sloane sat at what might had been a bank of a vast lake if its water wasn't dried to Hell, eyes narrowed against the crimson sky as she struggled to put the pieces together. The strange being had said that 1) she was [i]dead[/i], but how she died or where her magic went eluded her memory. This was particularly frustrating for a witch who's goal was to achieve immortality. Luckily, 2) he had also suggested one of three ways out of here. The five thousand body count was intimidating to say the least, even for Sloane, and falling in love... Her lips pursed at the thought and Sloane reached out to pick up and spill the dirt and sand at her feet. The mysterious path number three was likely her ticket out, but Red had decided to keep it to himself. "[color=f9ad81]Asshole,[/color]" she muttered, her voice low and angry. 

Suddenly, she stood up tall and looked around, watching the horizon. Either of the known goals would be difficult without other people. So she tied her dreads back out of her face and started walking. She'd have to find someone eventually, unless the man was just fucking with her--which seemed entirely possible. In the back of her mind, a fear set in that this was just one huge game to someone and God help them if Sloane got her hands on them. Her goals for now, though, were as simple as remembering what had happened before she died, gain her magic back, and put together tools to defend herself. As she was now, she was only a woman with sharp nails and hard muscles: this was acceptable back on Earth, but who knew what sorts of people she would encounter here.[/indent][/justify]