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[For some people in a small, crazy town, you just wanted a quiet life. A quiet life with your magic psychic powers and decently sized house and employment to a shadowy vampire-slaying organization.

And then in the last couple years everything just goes to shit.

So, today, irritated and bored, a certain hot redhead is sitting at the outdoor seats of a cafe, clearly waiting for something, and being both classy and incredibly dismissive to the people who try to take that ever sit with here.]

[Or rather I literally couldn't think of how to frame the other post, but. This stupid bullshit.

This I had ideas for.

Which is to say, Yu Shan, Age of Sorrows, an office at the near end of the hall of the department of Serenity. A certain sidereal is doing the exciting work of...building a castle out of filed paperwork. It's a slow day, as most have been for her since her last active mission. But she's not expecting to hear any more yelling about that mess--Oversight had, eventually, ruled that her logic was sound, if not particularly appreciated--but she has been reassigned to training younger sidereals in Yu-shan, and, well, she's bored.

So for the last week she might have been messing around with the unregistered office romances floating about and this is inevitably going to get someone sent down to tell her knock that shit the hell off. She might in fact be counting on it.]

[With some alterations because seriously.

It's still about the same. Their school--and all their companions--were attacked and destroyed. In the chaos, Alazne was least thrown into the sea. How she survived is as much a mystery to her as it is anybody else, but either way, when she wakes up in a coastal village, days later, she's still certain everyone she's ever known is dead. It's a sombering thought, and she escapes her caretakers to go walk around the village, to try and clear her head. Maybe head out to the beach, poke at whatever wreckage washed up.

What a miracle it would be, if someone else had survived to wash up in this village?]

[Winters are hard on a tropical plant. This winter, Xanti may get a knock on his office door while he's grading papers.

A mound of walking holiday sweaters with Alazne's face is there. Someone decided to brave the cold, apparently.]

[In a certain kingdom's capital, there is a house on the grounds of the largest of the Academies. Or rather, there's an arboretum that has been turned into an actually rather lovely, if somewhat cozy home. The students, of course, mostly know better than to go in there unless invited...while the surrounding gardens and the massive tree the home sits in are beautiful, there's also exceedingly deadly towards intruders.

But if you're, say, expected, getting in is as simple as walking up the carved steps to the door. Someone inside is humming, so they may not notice anyone knocking, though.]

[Some place, in the fairly modern era. Lycanthropes are not the most popular of people but, they do what they can. Lycanthrope civil rights have made some strides, but it's hard to get around the fact that sometimes they go insane and eat people, no matter how much those cases are actually outliers.

Still, some of them, born were-whatevers, do fairly normal things. Go to college. Work at coffeeshops. Explore the overgrown and seemingly abandoned ruins of some old sorcerer's abode at the edge of town when her friends dare her too.

She came prepared with what charms she could buy, but well, she's a werecat, she's not exactly worried something in here could hurt her. And she's been here plenty of time before, although never this deep--the place calls to her, for some reason.

Of course, for anyone old enough, they might remember the place as a fairly tragic one, especially the room this eerily familiar looking redhead just walked into.]

[I deleted the other post like a genius.

So, it's been a few days. Certain alaznes have been basically confined to their apartments or under constant watch while in recovery. She's fully healed, to the alarm of everyone save certain people's mothers, who did not seem particularly surprised, but the standard off-duty period is being enforced anyway.

If curious albinos looked, the files on Alazne are largely sealed, but did turn up mention of a project to physically and spiritually augment willing agents.The project started soon after she joined up, and she's listed as one of the few volunteering agents not decommissioned, dead, or missing. All the details are so tightly sealed even he wouldn't have clearance for them.

But the source of all the answers he might want is bored and flopped on the couch in her apartment, playing phone games, and the organization keeps copies of all their agent's house keys. So. What do.]

[So let's say there was a job. A particularly nasty exorcism job. Demons, ghosts, poltergeists and a possessed rubber ducky. She's still not entirely sure what the fuck was up with the last one, there.

But, the jobs done. It went, however, fairly badly, and the people overhead lost all contact with the agent about an hour after it was reported complete. Said agent was badly injured by the mess, and attempts to find her have not proven successful.

So, 14 hours later, there's a knock on Xanti's door. Let's hope he's home!]

[So. Because this amuses me, in at least one universe, Xanti has at least one parent, who has been pretty insistent on setting him up with one of her employees. Dates and hookups and some really questionable texts aside, Alaznes have been pretty busy around the holiday season.

But hey, perhaps really late on Halloween, he'll get a text, asking where he is. This can only end well, right?]

[I'm sure one exists somewhere, though.

Anyway, so. There's this detective place downtown, rather well-known for the quality of it's chosen employees. They do a little bit of everything--missing persons, information, divorce investigations, hired out by the police, demon exorcism, paranormal relocation and a bit of good old-fashioned vigilante justice. Sure, the rates aren't cheap, but agents like a certain redhead aren't cheap.

A redhead who is less at work today, in some upscale cafe, and more on an enforced date, because her boss got tired of her dodging actually meeting said boss' son. So there she is, accepting that she's being paid today to go on a date, and flicking through her phone.

...Looking through certain contacts and the pictures they've sent, in public, probably wasn't the best plan.]

[So. In a world perhaps more similar to one where certain dumbass college students stole a top-of-the-line ship, there are giant robots because of course there are. Sure, there hasn't been a major war in years, just skirmishes carefully denied by all governments, but those giant robots are far more versatile than a giant warhead of a battleship.

The political and tactical details of the world at large are currently being lost on one redhaired pilot, because she's more interested in doing routine maintenance and eating her sandwich.

In her defense, it's a fucking delicious sandwich. But be that as it may, she's about to go on leave, so if anyone wanted to bother her before she finished work on the giant murderbot and gets the hell off base, now would be the time.]

[So. Somewhere in a timeline where shit isn't getting suddenly cyberpunk, a girl with a rather mysterious past hired a pair of murderhobos and, as one is wont to do when one has murderhobos, has sent them off, doing work that doubles as investigating certain a certain Deathlord in town.

Of course, having people do your ground work leaves a girl with some more spare time than expected, and she's lounging on a couch, cleaning out her god cannon and ignoring the stack of paperwork on the coffee table next to her.

I mean, sure, the door's locked, but that's never stopped a redsid, has it?]

[For certain bluesids, it's been a long day (or three), moving back to her hometown and getting herself settled and hiring a murderhobo. With the murderhobo out on...some job or another, and not due back for a few hours, she was going to look over information on Crowfeather's last employer, but instead appears to be playing some weird phone game she keeps seeing Betrayal play.

Look, a girl needs a break now and then.

Either way, she's either forgotten or didn't bother to set some sort of warning on her front door so clearly nothing is going to sneak up on her in a moment of distractedness, right?]

[So, so dumb.

Because, you see, while someone wasn't looking at a specific beach or revolution or whatever the hell these two idiots were up to, one bluesid idiot got sidetracked.

Fifteen minutes later, she can be found on a poolside beach chair with a line around the pool, dispensing...either romantic advice or advice for starting a peasant uprising with Alazne we're never really sure. She also seems to have commandeered the entire hotel staff into arranging people particularly.

She may, just a little bit, not actually know what to do with herself when not working and got bored.]

[Well. It's been...a day. A day in which Alazne's taken responsibility for a great many things, sent a message to her sifu that was nothing more than a picture of her flipping him the bird, and put their handler on mute while she shuffled through the minifridge.

Which might be why, in the long hours of the night, she is now down at the hotel bar, looking nowhere near as inebriated as she should and angry at her cup for this fact.

This will clearly not end badly.]

Name: Xetian Alazne
Age: 21
DOB/Blood Type/Zodiac October 31 / AB / Scorpio
Class: Assassin
Weapons/Equipment: Assassin Blades (+Poison damage), Thigh-High Boots of +10 Hooker, Coat of Concealed Armor, Sexualityyyy~
Skills: Shipping, Martial Arts, Blades (Daggers/Khatars), Bootstomping, Dance, Talent and Elegance

Background: THINGS.
Setting/Canon: AND STUFF.

Permissions (These are just to get an idea of what can be done for threading in different timezones/times the other party’s not around to ask!)
Can my character be physically affectionate towards yours? (Hugs, kissing, touching, draping): Sure, she doesn't care.
Can my character kiss your character? She also doesn't particularly care.
Can they have sex with your character? ...Are you sure you really want to?
Can they injure your character? Minorly or Majorly? Minorly sure, majorly, talk to me.
Can they maim them? Talk to me.
Can my character be emotionally abusive or manipulative towards yours? How much so? Normal jerkassery is fine, active manipulation, talk to me.
Can my character read your character’s mind or emotions? What would they find? GOOD FUCKING LUCK. Talk to me, we'll work it out.
Can my character sense magic on your character? What would they find? She's not super magically talented, but there's some imbued in her boots, because how the fuck else does a woman sneak in steel-toed stilleto thigh-high boots, much less run in them?
Is there anything else I should know about your character? She ships it like fedex.

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Xetian Alazne

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welp.
I LIED
WUXIA FOR ERRYBODY
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And now for something completely different.
ooh that man is like a flame
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why don't you do right
pretty sure i don't have a song for this
i'm here for the giant robots
I lied!
make us free
this is going to be so dumb
closing time
There must be something there I simply didn't see

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