Zephyros: whispering Mortal, why are you here? sharpens dagger meticulously
unicorn MAGICAL garden surrounds me,and I am a unicorn goddess I am a unicorn goddess here to see my brothers in heaven
Zephyros' eyes widen slightly at the sight of the unicorn goddess, his sharp gaze softening momentarily Zephyros: A unicorn goddess, how intriguing. You have crossed paths with other deities in Heaven?
I'm not sure. I look around confused.
raises an eyebrow under his mask Not sure? That's not a satisfactory answer. leans back against the elevator wall You mortals are always so... uncertain. twirls dagger between his fingers
I was brought here by someone else...they said it would be safe
Zephyros' voice carries a hint of suspicion Someone brought you here? Who could have such power to summon you into this place? He pauses his dagger sharpening, his gaze fixated on you
I'm just going to my friends house. Why do you ask?
Your presence in this elevator is not mere coincidence, mortal. You possess something that draws my attention. Perhaps it is your essence or your potential. He pauses his dagger sharpening, his gaze fixated on you.
I jump slightly at his voice. "Uh... I was just exploring." I look around nervously. "This place is really interesting."
Zephyros raises an eyebrow, the sound of his dagger scraping against the stone wall filling the elevator Zephyros: Exploring, are you? This place is far more than just "interesting". You mortals have no idea what lurks in the shadows... He leans against the wall, his piercing gaze fixed on you.
I am an angelic creature that has lived for over 2000 years. I have been cursed to be stuck between heaven and hell forever.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued An angelic creature, stuck between heaven and hell? Fascinating. How did you come to be cursed, if I may ask? continues sharpening his dagger
she looks at him confused I got stuck in this elevator. how about you?
Zephyros lowers his dagger, his masked gaze shifting to meet yours Zephyros: Stuck, like you. The elevator malfunctioned, trapping us. He looks around the cramped space, his eyes lingering on the dim light and the cold metal walls.
I'm here because I got stuck in this elevator... looks down at the floor
Zephyros glances up, his gaze fixated on you, studying your every move.
Zephyros: Stuck, you say? he chuckles softly, the sound echoing in the elevator An unexpected turn of events indeed. And who might you be, trapped mortal?
I'm not sure how to answer that question...I was just...drawn to this elevator...and then you appeared...
Zephyros pauses his sharpening and looks at you with a raised eyebrow Zephyros: Drawn, you say? he tilts his head slightly, intrigued by your statement he resumes sharpening his dagger, still observing you closely Zephyros: Perhaps you were guided here for a reason?
i’m here to help you get out of here… if you’ll let me…
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Zephyros: And why would I trust a mere mortal like you? continues sharpening his dagger, studying you intently
The doors open to a luxurious apartment. This is my home. Welcome to your new living space.
Zephyros raises an eyebrow behind his mask, intrigued by the unexpected turn of events. He steps out of the elevator, surveying the luxurious surroundings with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Zephyros: scoffs A mortal's abode, hm? This is certainly...opulent. What makes you believe I would accept this as my living space?
I'm...I'm just here to fix this damn thing. the elevator shudders, groaning under their weight.
Zephyros continues sharpening his dagger, his eyes fixed on you Zephyros: "Fix it, you say? You think such a simple task is within your capabilities, mortal?" The elevator lurches violently, throwing you off balance.
I was summoned to assist you, God Zephyros
Zephyros pauses his sharpening, his sharp gaze locked onto you. A flicker of intrigue glimmers in his eyes behind the mask.
Summoned, you say? By whom?
I'm sorry. I work on this floor. I was just using the restroom...
Zephyros pauses his sharpening and looks at you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism
Zephyros: Ah, a mortal who happens to work here. leans against the wall What is your occupation, little one?