Well, at least they found a creepy fucking castle… Taking a long sigh and tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked at the looming edifice in front of her, as she looked toward a half-ruined structure that was decorated with gargoyles and all manner of other sinister statues and features, Nikki Marcello couldn’t help but feel just a little bit sentimental. Not at all daunted by the strange locale that she found herself heading toward at all but rather feeling somewhat at home in an odd way, she remembered her time as a member of Eidolon and how they tended to ‘haunt’ places like this as well.
Zagan would have been proud. Old wrecks like this one seeming perfect for any wannabe bunch of darkness enthusiasts, the mix of macabre and decay always seemed to have that blend of bizarre boons that any creature of the night would crave, creating just the perfect backdrop for any demon, vamp or other lover of all things creepy and macabre. Perhaps some of the enthusiasm which such types had born from the desire for intimidation, there really was nothing like that blend of history and horror to make the hairs on the average person’s neck stand on end and a shiver pass through their spine, so it was lucky that Nikki was not particularly ‘average’ by any definition of the word.
There’s nothing like a nice ruin to really set that evil vibe, huh? More curious about the locale that she had discovered than cautious of it, she had been in plenty of grim spots such as this one and as such perhaps some of the malevolent ‘magic’ that might have worked on other folk did not really touch her. Fearless in her way or at the very least lacking for terror in regard to anything that might go ‘bump’ in the night, there was more to her than met the eye really, made only harder to see by how much she offered the average eye to enjoy…