[This is better than the weird purgatory but not purgatory and dead but not dead space she was in before, especially given all of the inherent shenanigans she'd found herself in. Doing what she could to help here and there, even when things seemed to be... different. But that was the nature of her sacrifice, wasn't it? Protect the one person she had actually cared about and it seemed that the universe had wanted to play a joke that last time around.
Unlike Kaiba's more demonic draconic appearance, hers is more... subtle. The blue-white tinged scales primarily kept to the edges of her body and stopping just at her clavicle. She certainly didn't entirely get out of all of this without much other changes if the sleek tail is any guess and the wings a very interesting sort of thing.
Heaven looks good on her, if nothing else, though she's practiced enough to a point where she's a little more comfortable in her skin if the blue pastel dress is anything to go by.
She'd been mostly observing anyone until she overhears the problem brewing and casually make her way over, head tilting somewhat as she pauses at a bit of a distance away.
...
Fate really is playing with her now.]
Perhaps it's better if you go somewhere a little quieter and collect yourself instead of lashing out at the imps just trying to do their job? [Her voice remains soft, but there's a firmness in it that she's not really going to be taking no for an answer on this one.]
I promised, I guess (garden level HAHA)
Unlike Kaiba's more demonic draconic appearance, hers is more... subtle. The blue-white tinged scales primarily kept to the edges of her body and stopping just at her clavicle. She certainly didn't entirely get out of all of this without much other changes if the sleek tail is any guess and the wings a very interesting sort of thing.
Heaven looks good on her, if nothing else, though she's practiced enough to a point where she's a little more comfortable in her skin if the blue pastel dress is anything to go by.
She'd been mostly observing anyone until she overhears the problem brewing and casually make her way over, head tilting somewhat as she pauses at a bit of a distance away.
...
Fate really is playing with her now.]
Perhaps it's better if you go somewhere a little quieter and collect yourself instead of lashing out at the imps just trying to do their job? [Her voice remains soft, but there's a firmness in it that she's not really going to be taking no for an answer on this one.]