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[hider=]22 y/o | Female | GEMINI | See-Through Bangs
Dai-Katana | Greatsword (2H) | Physical | STRONG PARRY
GEMINI Agent Uniform | GEMINI Insignia
Witch Hunt | Light | SACRED PROHIBITION
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)] Mana Burn (6), Magic Sense (4), Blink (4), Dispel (6), Damage (2), Stabilize (0), AoE (2), Scatter (2), Full Extend (4)

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

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E  | CHAOS: D  | 750
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Glass-like eyes looked out at Pax Septimus as the minivan drove through the historic district. The scars left by the Holy Diver persisted, not through damage to infrastructure, but rather damage to the populace. The streets were almost completely emptied out, a month insufficient for healing the physical and mental wounds left by that supernatural disaster. It was once known as the city of blood, Pax Septimus, but perhaps it was the case that even such sinful a city would end up becoming a ghost town. Her first few days in the city had been strictly above-the-board work, helping out with building shelters, distributing aid. Busy work, considering the nature of mana and the concentration of monsters, but important work all the same.

Her smartphone buzzed. She flicked through the notification, a faint smile creasing her features as the minivan rolled to a stop.

The Golden Platter Casino. It had more monstrous guests than human ones as of late, and if Dr. Moller’s information was good, it held one of the most powerful GEMINI agents around as well. Plenty to do, and plenty of resistance too. Her eyes flickered between one of her teammates to the other. Miss Avenir was the most experienced of them here, a veritable veteran of Light Magic. Miss Belrose looked well-suited enough for drawn-out firefights; regardless of the inefficacy of bullets against monsters, there was still nothing better for suppressive fire. Miss Fang was a bit of a black box compared to the others, but there were more than a few rumors surrounding her own capabilities. You didn’t survive the Holy Diver without being special in one way or the other.

Whether that would be enough to take on a cadre of weretigers was a question all on its own. A mission like this felt more suitable for someone like the illustrious Silhouette, the shadowy hand of Dr. Moller, but perhaps a point was to be made here instead.

She frowned. Slipped her smartphone back into the pocket of her trousers. Folded her arms, allowing her Instrument to nestle in the crook of her elbow. Her eyes, like glass, cast an inquisitive glance towards Miss Avenir’s direction.

The others already asked. Was just a matter of waiting for a reasonable answer, really.