Dio01 - Fly By Night

INTERLUDE:

Secret summons were always a pain in the ass, but this time she remembered to bring the sharpest knife from the kitchens and enough bandages to wrap the wound. And to put on her cross-trainers.

She delegated all her day's work to underlings, snuck through the hidden door under the stain-glassed portrait of the Great Hero, followed the long, damp hall to a special sealed door, cut off a finger and placed it in the slot, as always wondering if this was the time she couldn't grow it back, pass through the now open door and into the next of the Shadow Ways, waled up sliding, endless steps while bandaging her bleeding hand, onto a shelf, in the corner, in the spotlight she began to dance the Watusi then the Boni-Maroni, then working her way through the whole repertoire of the Land of 10,000 Dances before being admitted to the Grotto of Splendors.

The reflective pool hung on the ceiling of the place as was proper.

"The pigeon flew the coop," the voice from the pool said.

"I prefer to call her a dove," replied the Mother Superior still asweat from the dances.

"Call her what you will. You have the bird neither in hand or bush."

"I find these poor metaphors to be tiresome."

"Ha! But you did lose her."

"Not lose. Stolen. She was summoned by another. Not my fault."

"But your responsibility. Gather the militant wing of your order and recover my girl."

"That could prove difficult if you-know-who did the summoning."

"You will have help."

An image began to form in the water. A severe woman of the Courts dressed in the cloak and leather getup now considered by the youths of the Courts of Chaos to be fashionably evil and threatening. The Mother Superior made a career of laughing at such egotistical displays. The woman's image was surrounded by a flock of oily, black ravens—another fetish of the egotistical and another laugh from the Mother.

"This one?" she asks skeptically. "You must be able to find someone more well suited for the job."

"You may be surprised at her abilities," the Voice assured her. "Don't let the Emo fool you - she will grow into a great talent once she progresses beyond this phase."

"Haven't I been saddled with enough teenagers in my time?"

"It is your career, your calling, your specialty."

She sighs. "I suppose so, but when I get back, we will need to talk about my getting a raise. And more fingers - in these days of trouble, two hundred isn't enough when walking your Ways."

Dio conciders the woman her words she had discussions in the convent, theoretical ones. Not many though she figures this might not be the crowd to start one of those. She just simply nods. 

Looking below amazed by the flat grass land. Shocked by the.... order of things. 

Dio leans back a bit and looks up at the woman. 

"Yes of course, i would not imply that you did not know your duty. It was just something mother superior always said when i did question my orders or duties, or at least discussed them. Speaking of which, whqt exactly is my duty i have to fulfill here?" 

Dio looks at the lady nods slowly. 
She scoffs softly at the mention of luck. 

"I see, thank you for the answer, and no a leader should never reveal iets full plan. As for what i bring to the table i hope it is more then the vague promise of luck." 

Duo stares over the green grassy plain thinking of what other uses and motives could be for having her here. She is certainly not the most experienced fighter. If they just needed brute force to kill another, better options would be around plenty. 
Would it have to do with her parentage? Or to whom she is linked... eventho she has not yet had the pleasure of seeing her parents they kept her in the convent for good reasons, she is sure. 

Dio looks at the woman after she spoke. Give her a short nod, of acknowledging she heard her. 

When they start moving up Dio looks around her amazed again by such weird and such organized orderly thing as snow. The flakes are.... perfectly symmetrical. Snow moving with the  blow of the wind. 

Odd. For her... she reminds herself. 

Hearing they have to climb up she nods. 
With the rest she steps of the carpet. 

Thankfully they can all shift shape to help climb. Or at least she and the woman can. 

Dio follows, adjusting as she feels needed. 
She tries to follow in the footsteps of the one before her in that way she knows there is a ground to stand on. 

Though she keeps being mindful of a sudden disappearance of ground under her. 

Just hoping wherever they are going they'll be there fast.