A lone cry of a feline in the night flickered the senses of a young demoness. She prowled the land of Terra Ignis very well using the help of her little cats. Of course, these were all simple feral cats whom had no home, but would very much love the company of one, she saw them to be of use before they'd die and become incarnated within her slowly growing feline army. That plan in it of itself was slowly being built up. There were plans, ideas, plots to be had that required a lot of patience and time to execute the way she had wanted it to be done. In time, she'd come to slip the rug from underneath them all.. if this went her way. The alley cat scurried its way to a building not too far away from where it frequently found and ate its scraps of foods and whatever anyone in this guild had come to feed it. Watching this all through the cats eyes, Aoi devised a way she could make this all work. She had little time left right now where she could open her case to some lowly little member and slide her way in that way. While she knew Eris was no longer there in the pinch she hoped for, this idea turned to her favor; one of personal gain and fruition should it succeed. As much of a narcissist as Aoi could be, the confidence in her skills without Eris were much slimmer than she had thought they were. It hit her like a brick at the realization of how lowly she set herself on the totem pole of power. Relying on someone aggravated her deeply, but as a blind person... it honestly wasn't something that was her fault, it was more of a pride thing for the independence of being able to do things on their own regardless of their lack of an ability to see.
With her disguise in the ready, there were many steps left to full proof her plan.Things like accents, histories, the how, the who, the why. All of these things had to be methodically perfect for it to fool a person. Not to mention keeping track of it so that should a person or two that meet this form talk, they don't discover inconsistencies and blow it for her. No no, this was very well planned for a personality and a voice to match. She had taken time in creating this appearance so that she would have the chance to go out and craft about the litter things as previously mentioned. However, now things were in stone and ready. She got to manipulating her magic, creating a realistic visage of ligature marks on her wrists and ankles to fit metal shackles and cuffs, some slightly more faded to show where some weren't as used as another. Her clothes had been slightly more worn, at least enough to believe they were recently put on in the last couple days at most, but not enough to her liking to be fully believable to the story she had. Her hair was semi frizzed, appearing to be less than fully kept after and her feet bare to the skin. The cold ground was harsh on them, but she had been used to it as a child. Growing up a normal homeless child had its benefits sometimes no less for plans like this. Lastly on her plan, she'd been running. Roughly now at 2.6 miles away from the building, she ran as though she'd truly been running away, letting just her own sensory sight guide her from falling off of the mountains. As the halls came into her "sight", the girl ran up to it and proceeded to crash into the door and fall back, making a screaming sound. "P-P-P-Please don't hurt me!"" She begged, her hands huddled over her head as she looked down to the ground, played to the assumption she ran into a person and their mass far outweighed her force and was knocked back from it.
She waited a couple of moments though, and if nobody came, her head would slowly pick up, looking about with a nervous shaking and feeling about on the ground until her hand would reach the door, patting slowly and lightly while getting up. Otherwise, she would continue to be a huddled mess on the ground.