( ooc: I have a different OC I'd love to toss at him on the Hades/Persephone meme, if that's alright by you. )
[Of all of the Scions, Ziva was likely the least perturbed by the addition. Then again, she'd worked alongside foes and former foes before, particularly of the Garlean variety, but not limited only to mankind. So while she may not appreciate the strife he brought to her companions, the disruption to their peace of mind, so long as he didn't present himself as a threat she was more inclined to tolerate his presence with a neutral outlook.
... Well, neutral-ish. One mustn't forget that Ascians stock and trade are genocide and duplicity.
Truly, she was only sorry that he'd missed all the fun of Il Mheg. A damn pity, that.
Ah, and speak of the devil and he shall appear. There it was, that ever increasingly familiar ripple in the aether, that bare sense of wrongness in the air as it shifted and made way for Emet-Selch's familiar figure. Turning her gaze away from a suspicious pile of sticks (she'd not make the mistake of tripping that trap a second time) they focused on the Ascian, the founding father of the Garlean empire himself.]
And here I thought you'd be discouraged by the near complete lack of shade. Come to join me for a stroll, have you?
\o! Awesome! Also, what's your take on juggling threads?
[Of all of the Scions, Ziva was likely the least perturbed by the addition. Then again, she'd worked alongside foes and former foes before, particularly of the Garlean variety, but not limited only to mankind. So while she may not appreciate the strife he brought to her companions, the disruption to their peace of mind, so long as he didn't present himself as a threat she was more inclined to tolerate his presence with a neutral outlook.
... Well, neutral-ish. One mustn't forget that Ascians stock and trade are genocide and duplicity.
Truly, she was only sorry that he'd missed all the fun of Il Mheg. A damn pity, that.
Ah, and speak of the devil and he shall appear. There it was, that ever increasingly familiar ripple in the aether, that bare sense of wrongness in the air as it shifted and made way for Emet-Selch's familiar figure. Turning her gaze away from a suspicious pile of sticks (she'd not make the mistake of tripping that trap a second time) they focused on the Ascian, the founding father of the Garlean empire himself.]
And here I thought you'd be discouraged by the near complete lack of shade. Come to join me for a stroll, have you?