[h3][color=mediumspringgreen]Alexandria[/color][/h3]
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Alex was wrenched out of her own thoughts by someone sitting at her booth. She wasn't exactly ready to field questions, but she knew eventually someone would come up and ask about her since her flashy fight with Vera. She'd have to brush them off as best she could.

But the weirdo didn't seem to want to talk about Andras's powers, or how she managed to punch that hard, or why she was getting tossed around like a toy before the end of the fight. Alex wasn't really sure if these were the standard clientelle of Midnight, but she was getting weird vibes from this one. Alex nearly welcomed the distraction from her own issues - which were currently a tumultuous vortex of anxiety and sadness. '[color=mediumspringgreen]Is this guy a stalker or something? Why would he come to ask me?[/color]' Alex raised an eyebrow as she glanced at the picture.

Alex took a deep breath and tried to work back into character. She was Andras, the Demon Lady. Who fought in underground tournaments and cared not for the domain of the living. "[color=mediumspringgreen][b]I'm afraid you're mistaken. My domain is not this world, but that of the Underworld. Your boldness to ask a demon amuses me, but it is misplaced.[/b][/color]" She gave him a flippant wave of the hand.

'[color=mediumspringgreen]Not to mention, I've been completely removed from normal life for the last two years...[/color]' Alex thought to herself. '[color=mediumspringgreen]So I've not been seeing anyone other than the five people at the hospital until recently.[/color]'