OoC: Sweet. I've got wings. And things. Kellson is post 683,
http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/...?t=828&page=46
IC: Kellson pushed the double doors open at the same time, allowing the sunlight to frame him in the doorway. He grinned under his cowl; dramatic entrances were fun to play out with. Striding to the registration desk, he answered the questions quickly in monotone. Even races started slow.
"And how shall you be flying, sir?" the receptionist asked. Kellson smiled again; it was obvious she was more bored than he was.
"Wings."
"Let's see them, then."
Kellson flexed his back, allowing his hidden wings to unfold to their largest extent with a flourish. The receptionist eyed them approvingly.
"Good luck then, sir. Most of them use magic to fly. Not as interesting, I think."
"Not nearly as fun, either," Kellson agreed. He nodded to her and sat down on a bench, examining his opponents. The clerk was right; only a handful showed wings. One of them, a shortish fairy type, fluttered over to him like a hummingbird. Her wings were very colorful, and Kellson hid a smirk. An archangel fighting a fairy, and who would win? Of course, he wasn't even dead yet, but someday...
Before he knew it, the fairy thing was talking to him.
OoC: Kick things off? I have no idea about anything with Gloria except that she's more hyper than a kid that's been sucking sugar nonstop.