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[hider=❄]22 | Female | Freelancers | Meltwater Spring
Moya-no-Yume | Dagger | Physical | Frosted Sheen
Snowdrop Vestige | Sangfroid Convention 
Glacial Stream | Aqua | Rime Rose 
[Freeze, Cold Insulation] Damage X, Restrain, Dispel, Rain, Trap, Enhance, Trigger, Blink, Powerful

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750

PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 750[/hider][/center]
The roar of the muscle car, six cylinders blasting with dramatic aplomb, masked the sound of the rattling of a bike chain through its gears. In the aural shadow cast by Apollo’s Douchecruiser, Klava cycled down the streets of Pax Septimus on her secondhand bike, dressed in a jumpsuit with an old toque keeping her head warm. City of Blood it may be, drenched in the misery of all its residents, but it was her home as well. Even before she became an Esper, Klava had cycled down these streets, had played in these parks, had studied in these schools and shopped in these stores. She knew how to live here, just as how so many others did.

After all, Pax Septimus still [i]had[/i] a population of citizens, no matter the sheer amount of villainy present within alleys, sewers, and basements. Pockets of comfort and safety existed, even if only psychologically, and though threads on Shimr had been blowing up recently about the disappearance of Bastion’s leader and the massacre uncovered there, life aboveground remained the same it always has been…disregarding the power vacuum that was drawing the government back into this bloody city. Outsiders in fancy suits and shiny trucks, having sat on their hands for decades and only moving now that there was a chance to claim this miserable city for themselves. Klava certainly couldn’t say that she was a fan of such opportunistic decision-making.

But that was why she was working for them this time around, wasn’t it?

The squeaking of her brakes sounded in unison to the hiss of Apollo’s engine. The musclefreak was well-known enough for being the only competent healer amongst Pax Septimus’s freelancer community, while the sci-fi juggernaut known as the Protector had a reputation as well, one primarily based off jokes online of her armor being made out of paper. And as for the rest…well, of course Klava’d know nothing about them. They weren’t even a thing in Pax Septimus a year ago, after all.

[color=6ecff6][b]“Hey,”[/b][/color] she waved, mimicking Apollo’s moves with the whole ‘flipping out Shimr app like a police badge’ deal. [color=6ecff6][b]“I’m not with stupid here, but I took the job too. Klava. Nice to meetcha. Got any complimentary snacks or a coffee machine somewhere? And where can I lock my bike?”[/b][/color]

Her eyes bounced from one of the government espers to another and one corner of her lips twitched into a smile. Two of them looked like girls from the university’s anime club, while the third looked like someone who stepped out of a dark fantasy movie set.

[color=6ecff6][b]“A map of the precinct would be pretty cash too. I specc in traps and restraints.”[/b][/color]