[centre] [color=bc8dbf][b]Edge of the Mojave[/b][/color] [/centre]

The harsh sun of the devil beat down on the desert wasteland, not a soul in sight besides the sole wanderer. At least to some, that is what she would have appeared as. 

Dressed like a Victorian doll, the lone figure flowed through the harsh air, using the sand as a pallette for her foot, drenched in blood. When finally the pattern was finished to her ideal picture, a smull humming began to emanate from the girl, beginning to dance lovingly around the pattern, idly eyeing up the glowing marking on her hand, a vacant smile as she did so. 

She need not utter a word, her dancing was in a way, words without complications. Slowly but surely, the pattern began to glow. Her smile grew into one of pleasure as she curtsied at the edge of the circle, awaiting her Servant.

[color=bc8dbf][b]"Welcome back to the world"[/b][/color]

[centre][color=bc8dbf][h1]Valentina[/h1][/color][/centre]
[centre][h3] Excalibur Hotel, Paradise [/h3][/centre]

[color=bc8dbf][b]-"And then Rider, the one known as Billie Elliot still succeeds and his love of dancing is rewarded with an acceptance to the Ballet School, even though he physically assaulted another. Then he performs the marvellous Swan lake, a testament to his ability""[/b][/color]

The girl idly danced around their suite, eyeing up the surrounding area as she cast a gaze over to Rider again, curious to know what the ancient king thought of the much more modern world. Unlike most, she had the chance to watch as the centuries changed, but that was much less interesting when you are trapped in a Sicilian Workshop until the turn of a millennia. But just as she had aspired to, she prospered and here she remained. 

Her summoning she wanted done in private, afterwards she had directed Rider to follow her to the limo parked nearby, courtesy of one unfortunate airport limo driver who had discovered just how charming she could be, especially with those pretty little strings embedded within him. Her money supply was solid, not exceptionally large however, she made use of what she could. After the arrival in Vegas, Valentina made short work of the strip, having done her research she knew that the penthouse suit of the Excalibur Hotel was reserved but no one had occupied it for weeks. 

All it took was a few words.

Now here she was, gliding around the eccntric room, her feet pointed and precise as they glided around the floor, a dance that could quite quickly turn into a ritual. Her guard was up, if anything went wrong here she would lose everything. She had "asked" a bellboy very nicely to put her extra cargo in a safe location in the casino below them and that alone was a worry. 

[b][color=bc8dbf]"I hope that tale is detailed enough to be remembered in your library Ancient One"[/color][/b] She remarked to him as she gazed out the window, clenching her fist hard as she watched humans mull about in their own depravity. Sin City, what a disgusting place. A place where humans enslaved their own kind with devilish acts. If she had a stomach she would've been sick. [b][color=bc8dbf]"Perhaps your library may be an idea soon, I can feel the air tighten around us. Tell me, what do you think of this new world, it is interesting, no?"[/color][/b]

As she spoke she picked up her needle and thread and a smull patchwork husk, getting back to work.