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Blue leaned against the wall, her eyes peering out from Raven hair tinted red as she inspected her scythe. Currently folded up, it looked like a big stick, she thought with a fond smile.

She'd woken up just two days ago and her Employer had already contacted her. A smirk pulled at her lips as she waited, curious what the mission was going to be exactly. She loved when she got sent out, always bustling with that "Oh boy here I go killing again!" energy. Not that the killing was what mattered, no, it was the [i]hunt[/i] that mattered. That's where the enjoyment was, systematically destroying and capturing the Mark and watching as the futility and fear set into their soul.

It was an art, really.

Her smirk became a grin at the thought.

She'd been told there were going to be others this time, however. Troubling, but she'd been told that she was to work with them and not plaster their blood all over the wall.

Shame, that. Red was such a pretty color.

She looked up at the security camera, giving it a bright smile and a notably obvious wink.

[Color=4863a0]"I can't wait to meet my.... Allies."[/color] The words were quiet, a hint of emotion behind the sweet tone as she smirked into the camera, flicking her scythe open to inspect the blade casually.

[I][color=4863a0]Soon...[/color][/I]