[PP-F4] Don't judge a book by it's cover [with Zelrius]

[Zahra 0]

Dusk had settled across the land; signaling the transition from day to night. White puffs of rain littered the air as the wind gently blew them to and fro. Frostbite lake was serene as always. Even quieter as the night took over. Zahra used this time of silence to think and ponder what had happened so far in SAO. The people that had been met, the people that had kept in contact, and finally those who seemed to fade into nothing. Normally, standing in the snow would have bothered her, but the most recent present from her partner--his jacket--had prevented the cold from leaking in. A small smile leaked onto her features as she thought about the owner of the jacket; Rolland. Funny how she had met someone like him here. Exhaling, Zahra reached out and caught a snow flake.

[Zelrius 0]

Zelrius trudged through the snow, His twinfire sword, Ignited in Azure and Maroon Flames in front of him being used as a torch for him to see. That and it was currently giving him heat through the Winter Wonderland that was the floor. Zelrius didn't often visit the 4th Floor, Because of its widespread population, which generally meant a Spike in idiocy and furthermore "accidents", that and the fact it was cold on this floor. However, Today was a special occasion, In which the Blonde boy had stepped softly threw the snow, His shoes of agility making his steps that much quieter. The Blood Buccaneer grumbled over a panel he had opened in front of his face, trying to exactly locate the area he had been informed of by an information broker. The boy stopped for a second in his tracks, to straighten his dark blue bowtie, which hung sort of loosely on his stark white Dress shirt. This dress shirt matched the rest of his suit this day, In his effort to go unnoticed amongst the snow, attempting to avoid any contact with those of lesser minds. 

[Zahra 0]

Right as the snowflake landed out her outreached hand something in the back of Zahra's head told her to turn around. Always one to listen to instinct her head whipped around to find another player. His sword glowed cast a warm glow around his being as the he orange cursor stood out brilliantly in the white covered land. Automatically the defenses went up. In on motion the spear that had been ideally stabbed into the snow was in her hands. Only then did she turn to face him. Now it became apparent that he wore a pure dress suit and a accenting bow tie. Strange...Zahra thought while placing the blunt edge of the spear in the ground. It appeared as if had not noticed her yet, but once he did, what would his next move be?