Arc I: Midnight


Darcy strode into the ballroom, feeling like a boss. Loki had sent her in early to do some reconnaissance and rub elbows with some of the big wigs who had come together for a political shindig. Truthfully, Darcy was having the time of her life, using her rudimentary Germany and passable French to converse with different politicians. Some, she recognized from television, which, of course, had her flipping out inwardly. She took a deep breath, wondering how exactly she'd made it here.

She grinned, disrupting her more serious thoughts as she caught sight of a well-known ambassador.

It's show time!