FIT CHECK: suit. mask.

People might have been surprised to know that Nina Ironfist attended a lot of events like this. Well. Not exactly like this. But high-class balls weren't out of the norm, and given her father's reputation, he was often invited even if he didn't want to go. Had to keep up appearances though, lest the Ironfists somehow be shamed for snubbing those above them on the social hierarchy.

That said, she didn't like them much. The food was good, the drinks were usually high quality, but the people? Boring. Agonizingly, frustratingly boring. The locals here weren't bad so far, but maybe that was just the shiny new world affecting her overall. Either way, Nina was mingling... sort of. More standing around drinking way too much wine and crinkling her nose in annoyance when someone approached her.

"If you ask me to dance I will throttle you."

LiLi don't play American Ninja Warrior contestants challenge

"Watch this." Nina said before she suddenly took off and leaped onto the floating platform in front of her without even a hint of hesitation. She did the same with the next, and another, flying cross the floating course with a speed that bordered on ridiculous. Just for the hell of it (she was showing off), she even did a few front flips, catching herself just on the edge of the last platform before it descended into the cloudy abyss below.

When she reached the start again, she grinned. "Think you can beat my time?" You were timing her, right?

i. baby it's cold outside
Nina stared up at the sky, full moon just beginning to rise. "Looks like a good time to get those Frostblooms." She said, snatching the parchment off the questboard and looking it over again. "And the ferns, I guess, if we want to go into the woods."

She turned to her partner for this particular quest. "Think there's monsters and shit out there? I'm going to die of boredom if I'm just picking flowers all night."


ii. dancing with disaster
Congratulations on choosing to join Nina for this horrendous and creepy quest! The young woman was currently sitting on the railing of the airship she had chartered, — the captain of which had been very reluctant to assist, given the strange song making people dance to their supposed dooms in the sky — staring at the island coming into view.

"It's fucking weird, right?" She asked after a long moment of silence. "Not the dancing — I mean that's weird too, obviously. But these floating islands. It's all weird. Like they shouldn't be here at all." Said the woman with an opal woven into her ponytail. Shut up.

you know how we do!