[center][h1][color=a187be] Agent Yen [/color][/h1][/center]
[center][color=a187be] || Physical Condition-Healthy || Emotional State-Playful || Equipment-Medicine Bag || Current Form: The Freckled Young Woman || Location:SIA Briefing Room || Interacting with: [@Ghost32][/color][/center]

Yen licked their lips, glancing at the clock in the small briefing room where they waited for their latest prey to arrive. The reflection of their red eyes faint glow could be seen off the plastic cover on the clock face like red hot coals. An animalistic growl of desire escaped their lips as they attempted patience. Their current body had been difficult to obtain, luckily humans tended to shed pieces of their skin quite regularly, especially after having spent their weekend in the sun without protection. Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest move in the world to greet the new task-force this way, but honestly Yen had been cooped up for so long in their room/cell in the Headquarters building and simply no longer cared to even give a half assed attempt at social tact.

So far, this experiment seemed to be a rather dull failure, but Yen retained some hope. Agents from S.I.A had repeatedly refused them to hunt for them until they had demonstrated adequately that Yen had understood all the dull facts and procedures that their organizations had possessed. Yen’s instructors seemed oddly firm that Yen should not simply entrance one of their agents and extract the necessary memories containing the information they wanted. Yen sighed internally, why the agency had kept one with their talents contained for so long was incomprehensible to them. 

But today, all that would change. Today, they were to finally enter the field and see some action, albeit with a group of other supernaturals. Yen had managed to hear snippets of their other teammates as they snuck through the facility in those rare moments they were not being supervised or locked in their room. To their credit, many seemed rather interesting to play with and if not, Yen could always eat them. It seemed their first playmate had even arrived now, as Yen shifted their eyes to those of a normal humans at the sounds of approaching steps.

After Agent James sat down to wait for the rest of the team, Agent Wilson moved behind them shuffling some paperwork in his hands. Then, Agent Wilson’s entire body seemed to shiver, his eyes rolling into the back of his head showing the white of his eyes only briefly as new red irises rose up to take their place. The rest of Agent Wilson’s body shifted in a gentle ripple into the form of a young woman with a freckled face and wild black hair extending slightly past her chin. The change had once felt akin to being dipped into boiling water, but now Yen had long since grown used to it.

Yen made the shape of a gun with their hand and pressed it to the back of Agent James’ head. Taking the opportunity, Yen slid their other arm forward past James’ shoulder and rested their arm against his clavicle  with their hand idly reaching out to gently touch his neck. They leaned forward to the side of Agent James’ ear and whispered softly, [color=a187be]“Are you the one who cries at the dead?”[/color] Yen let their “gun” hand descend slowly and deliberately and let out a small, off-putting giggle before backing off entirely, draping their body arrogantly across the arms of a chair.