“No need to shout, I can hear just fine.”

Satori emerged from the morning mist with slow plodding steps. A smug smile tugged at each corner of her mouth and lent an air of mischief to her approach. She had been observing the raucous feline for a few minutes now and while the initial shock had worn off she was more curious than ever and with only one hundred and twenty feet between them she was free to examine the crystalline contours of his body, so very small to be issuing a challenge and yet trailed by arcs of power several times his length.

When not saving the fine gentlemen at Shin-Ra Industries from themselves she was free to wander and wander she did. Traveling here and there through the cracks in time and space, spying on strange creatures from beyond the stars and visiting fantastic new locations. The Monolith Graveyard had found its place in heart thanks in part to the loneliness it carried with it. The graveyard itself was nestled deep within a mountain range and slumbered beneath a constant blanket of cold mist, days were beautifully overcast and nights were hauntingly beautiful, of all the places she had encountered in Guild Space this warrior’s resting place was the first to well and truly win her over.

What of Satori herself though? Well she was tall, nearly six feet, with a lean predatory body and pearlescent white skin. She was currently wearing the same no-nonsense brown coverall that had become a staple of her wardrobe. It was a rustic outfit better fit for a day laborer, tucked into a pair of thick boots and rolled up to the elbows to avoid touching black gloves, the front was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a pink undershirt, and if not for the air of quiet confidence that she carried herself with a day laborer she might have been. For a human Satori’s face was pretty but childish with a layer of baby fat that would never fade and eyes too wide to ever truly be intimidating. The bulk of her black hair had been combed over to one side, cresting high over itself before falling along her left profile or bunching up defiantly around her neck, that which clung to the right side of her head had been braided in place.

And she was armed.

Of course she was armed. Too many belts wound around her waist and on her left hip hung a sword, its sheath a deep shade of midnight blue and its tsuba replaced with a miniature engine, while her right bore a handgun, the black barrel’s length bordering on ridiculous and its hilt replaced with a spike of white bone. At her shoulders she wore a coat of white fur, stripped from some fantastic beast or another who had given his life to keep the Princess of Darkness warm, with the bundle at her throat dyed a deep shade of red. A third weapon was hidden behind her back, a small workman’s hammer that could unfold itself into something far more fantastic, and about a dozen pieces of materia had been slotted either into her equipment or her clothing with another half dozen resting safely in her pockets. 

All of these were tools, impressive ones that Zace would be able to sniff for a scent of supernatural power, and ultimately supplement to Satori’s true power. Yes even with the sun peeking its head over the horizon, unable to be seen by the mountains on either side but still throwing its glow upon them, the darkness pooled around her. At dawn they were little more than vague implications on the material plane but they chattered amongst themselves in curious voices. Right now there was no power there but rest assured daylight would not deny Satori the dark power that burbled inside of her, merely restrict the amount of angles that she could take advantage of without cost.

“Let's play a game, you and me.”