Familiar Company
@ordinarybrilliance
This world was cold. It was a simple observation, and yet, it was the first and most apt one that Jeanne could make. She, a woman with a strong admiration of flames and their warmth, found such an environment distasteful. Yet, there was an odd sort of calm she couldn’t help but notice as well, one which she had only very rarely felt. Calm simply wasn’t in her nature as an Avenger. And yet, with only a sword in her possession, none of those abilities which provoked her rage (that wasn’t to say she had none, on the contrary, it was still burning as brightly as ever) past those limits it normally resided within, she felt....Lighter, almost.
Peculiar indeed. Part of her wondered if she was the only one from her world here, and whether it would be a good thing, or a bad one. She supposed she would find out soon enough, however, as, indeed, she did believe she spotted an individual she knew all too well. To approach or not was the question which lingered in her mind, but she quickly pushed it aside. Her rage might have dampened ever so slightly, but her boldness and brashness had not. With that in mind, she stepped towards him, her sword in hand, feeling strangely vulnerable without her other formidable abilities. “Humph. Well, your presence here is to be expected, isn’t it” she said by way of greeting.