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[color=fda6cd][b]TIME:[/b][/color] [i]8:10 AM[/i]
[color=fda6cd][b]LOCATION:[/b][/color] [i]SDN Meeting Room[/i]
[color=fda6cd][b]INTERACTIONS:[/b][/color] [i][@GingerBobOh] [@princess] [@Oso] [@FunnyGuy] [@Infinite Cosmos] [@DClassified][/i]

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Azaela made her entrance slowly, less of a confident stride and more of a tired glide. A soft scent of espresso, warm vanilla, and spiced dark rum slowly filled the room like a curtain drawn against the office's awful reality. She needed this room to smell expensive, even if it wasn't.
She surveyed the gathering, a flicker of hungry desperation crossing her eyes. Every person here was a potential lifeline, a new resource that could keep the debt hounds away. Every emotion was a small calorie to stave off the returning ache of worthlessness.

[color=fda6cd]“Gosh, you all look positively knackered.”[/color] She purred, the vowels of what seemed like a soft Australian accent elongating the words, stretching the charm. [color=fda6cd]“Sorry to be the last one in, but I needed just a moment to recharge before diving into all this beautiful corporate misery.”[/color]

She started her rounds, her focus absolute.

She approached Quinn first, her voice dipping low in pitch. [color=fda6cd]“You are practically vibrating with genius, sweetheart. You and I, we know the cost of carrying something too massive for this world. Let’s get through this dog’s breakfast together.”[/color] She let her fingertips drift against the back of his neck, a proprietary touch that was half-flirt, half-confirmation: [color=fda6cd][i]I see your monster, and I am the only one who matters.[/i][/color]

She glided to Poe, her tone shifting to genuine respect, the only respect she had for a talent she couldn't match. [color=fda6cd]“Poe, you look like you’re five lines of code away from shutting down this entire operation for the day, and honestly, I wouldn’t blame you. Thank the stars for your competence, love. You’re the only thing that makes this circus feel remotely functional.”[/color]

She moved to Starburst, sensing the anxiousness radiating off of her. Azaela reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently, transferring a sliver of calming psychic energy to stabilize the Glass Cannon. This was preservation. [color=fda6cd]“You look lovely, Starburst. The pink is brave, and it absolutely works better for you than it does a certain someone else in this hell hole. Don't worry about being perfect today.”[/color]

Her eyes moved to the new faces. [color=fda6cd]“Hello, boys. I’m Moxie. You,”[/color] she began as she looked to Muyang, [color=fda6cd]“look like you’re ready to cause some real damage. And you,”[/color] She looked to Reforge now and smirked, [color=fda6cd]“look like you know exactly how to fix it after.”[/color]

Azaela finally addressed Tripwire. She walked to the head of the table, leaning her hip against the corner, adopting his rebellious space. [color=fda6cd]“Mmm, you look like my favourite kind of problem, the kind that makes the whole room sweat. Don’t ever apologise for making things interesting, you hear? I certainly won’t.”[/color] She winked at him, but then she caught sight of another by the door. How had she not noticed him yet? Her circuit was complete, but her gaze now lingered on Liam. She felt the massive psychic signature radiating from him–raw, unfiltered agony, an involuntary call for help. This wasn't a resource…this was a mirror.

She walked towards him, slowly, deliberately, her entire posture shifting from the demanding performer to a gentle, almost weary supplicant. She stopped right in front of him, keeping her distance, yet radiating a soft, sincere concern.

[color=fda6cd]“Oh, love,”[/color] she murmured, the Australian inflection making her tone sound deeply familiar, like a friend from a lifetime ago. [color=fda6cd]“That is a heavy weight you’re dragging in with you. I could feel it all the way over there.”[/color]

She didn't try to charm him or ask for his name again. Instead, she offered the simple, genuine truth of an empath recognizing suffering. [color=fda6cd]“You look absolutely spent,”[/color] she whispered, letting her gaze sweep briefly over the scars on his arms before lifting back to his eyes. [color=fda6cd]“I don't know all of what you've endured, but I know what it’s like to feel empty when you should be feeling hopeful. If you ever need a minute to... step out of your head, even if it's just for five minutes in the break room? I can promise you a lovely, utterly blissful distraction, no questions asked.”[/color]

She paused, offering a faint, melancholic smile.

[color=fda6cd]“Only if you want it, though. Promise.”[/color][/color]