[i]The light sound of small feet approaching the Dark Lord could be heard as a young girl came into his sight. She seemed to have been eighteen or nineteen, her height five foot six and with a measly, skinny body, although her stature was straight and proud. She seemed prideful, or at least confident, within herself and those that she knew. The woman's slim body was engulfed in a pure white robe, tinted with bright red fabric to add some more style to it, while the fabric itself radiated with magic power. Her face was angular and beautiful, with olive colored skin and high cheekbones. Her boyishly short brunette hair got in the way of her most interesting features; a pair of golden eyes, bright and gleaming with intellect and power. The woman had no weaponry upon her, but even then, she seemed to hold some sort of power, possibly magic.[/i] [i]The woman came closer to Remy, a look of disgust engulfing her young face as she stared at the head that belonged once to the Názi she had heard of. She found pleasure in his death. Perhaps now, she could go through Dojoville safety. But mocking the German wasn't why she was here. She was looking for Emily, her identical sister.[/i] "Excuse me," [i]Marcia spoke with a peaceful, almost caring tone, in contrast to her facial expression.[/i] "You wouldn't have happened to see my sister anywhere, sir? Rainbow hair? Looks like me? I haven't seen her all morning, and I need her for a rather important project. I thought she'd like it. Or it would at least interest her...it concerns rainbows and drugs, and...well, she seems to like both."