The monster lord made several baffling comments before leaving the misplaced soul to her own designs. Firstly, she took a good look around her room. It was comfortably furnished, well lit, and had an adjoining bathroom. She'd never needed much, and could easily be comfortable here.<br/><br/>If it weren't for the monsters she knew were roaming this place. "Hellmaster Phibrizzo and one of those guys from Bleach..." she muttered to herself in her new voice. "The villains here already transcend dimensions-- there must be more of them." She was frightened... but at the same time her dark side was fangirling all over the place. She'd always fallen for the villains because her light side was too shy to fall for<span style="font-style: italic">anyone</span>. Needing no elaborate furnishings, she sat on the floor with her knees tucked up and her back against the wall. "Well, I still sit this way, so my habits have carried over into Frahlah's body."<br/><br/>She took a moment to consider the hellmaster's parting words to her. Had her "preferences" changed? She took a moment to think it over before deciding: no, not at all. Which was to say, she'd crush on whoever struck her fancy. She never<span style="font-style: italic">ever</span>made any moves on those feelings, though, so physical structure mattered as little now as it always had.<br/><br/>"I wonder if this body comes with his powers?" she muttered aloud, holding a hand up to examine it. "If it does, I must not over-think things. Frahlah is instinctive when it comes to combat; I must not try to turn a physical process into a cognitive one." Instinctive in battle: that worried her. Frahlah was a capable fighter, but he also acted on the obvious situation. With her personality, she'd be analyzing the situation and deciding on how to act when she already should have acted.<br/><br/>If these people had brought her here for assistance, expecting a fighter, too bad; they were getting a strategist. If they just brought her here as some kind of sacrifice, or bait... so be it.<br/><br/>As her thoughts wandered, something suddenly clicked, and three green-backed cards materialized in her palm; a joker, queen, and ace. Seeing the cards in her hand relieved a part of her, but deeply troubled most of her. She frowned deeply, an expression unfitting of the prince's oft' smiling face.<span style="font-style: italic">The cards are a manifestation of the Joker's soul,</span>she thought,<span style="font-style: italic">but my soul is human... isn't it? My consciousness is in this body, but is my soul with it? Gods know there's plenty of room; Frahlah's soul is removed from his physical body. Then, can I still access it while I'm in his skin? What of his consciousness?</span><br/><br/>There were too many questions. None of this should be possible-- they defied the laws these characters should abide by.<br/><br/>That train of thought was too twisted to explore for now, so she backtracked. "The others I saw, I think most of them were also like me. We all appeared in that one place, but I was taken here... The others will likely be brought here as well, sooner or later. I suppose, then, if I live to see that happen, I will be a guinea pig and test this place out for them. I know I can't beat any of the people here that I have seen, but I wonder if there is a "join them" option available here. Half of me would be delighted to do so, and the other would not object to prolonging my own life.."<span style="font-style: italic">But as much as I'd love to be on the same side as Phibrizzo,</span>she thought,<span style="font-style: italic">I should remember that I can't trust him as far as I can throw his astral body.</span>