Love Dove5:16 AM
The young woman had been awake for an hour already when she heard her radio buzzing not too far aeway from where she sat,half dressed and reading a novel on the other side of the compound. It was strange that even though the two of them had been a fighting pair of little over two years now that they hadn't been move into at least adjoining rooms for ease access to one another like most pairs. But then again, she was a woman, and they were few and far between in the Warrior Corps. "What do you want." She growled into the radio, her accent light and yet still twisting her words slightly from her obvious birthplace of great Britain, the northern reaches actually where she'd been taken as a child and turned into a living weapon, not meant to feel pain or love. They'd turned her into a sexless being for the majority of her life until she learned that she could use her womanly charms to draw out some of the more sexual species of monsters that the two went over the wall to hunt. She listened as he spoke and dropped her novel, already pulling on her clothes and getting her gear together.
She dressed in her tight pants, boots and black tank top with her leather jacket zipped up and over her chest though, considering it probably wasn't much, she grabbed her black cloak and swung it around her shoulders. On her thighs she strapped twin daggers and from either of her hips hung a quiver of arrows, each with an assortment of heads and functions. She left her naginata behind this time, planning on leaving the vast majority of the close up work to her partner while she grabbed her bow and left her room, the door locking automatically behind her. We can't have the boys going through her clothes now could we. With her hood drawn up to shade her face from the others she kept her auburn hair back while her perfectly plump and smooth red lips formed her signature mantra that she whispered every time she was about to go into a fray. At the corridor she saw her partner, Agent Reaver, nearing the location as she was though he was sprinting where she was taking a brisk walking pace; her legs were long and capable of long stride at a slower pace than most walked or ran but still taking the same distance in a similar amount of time.
The young woman had been awake for an hour already when she heard her radio buzzing not too far aeway from where she sat,half dressed and reading a novel on the other side of the compound. It was strange that even though the two of them had been a fighting pair of little over two years now that they hadn't been move into at least adjoining rooms for ease access to one another like most pairs. But then again, she was a woman, and they were few and far between in the Warrior Corps. "What do you want." She growled into the radio, her accent light and yet still twisting her words slightly from her obvious birthplace of great Britain, the northern reaches actually where she'd been taken as a child and turned into a living weapon, not meant to feel pain or love. They'd turned her into a sexless being for the majority of her life until she learned that she could use her womanly charms to draw out some of the more sexual species of monsters that the two went over the wall to hunt. She listened as he spoke and dropped her novel, already pulling on her clothes and getting her gear together.
She dressed in her tight pants, boots and black tank top with her leather jacket zipped up and over her chest though, considering it probably wasn't much, she grabbed her black cloak and swung it around her shoulders. On her thighs she strapped twin daggers and from either of her hips hung a quiver of arrows, each with an assortment of heads and functions. She left her naginata behind this time, planning on leaving the vast majority of the close up work to her partner while she grabbed her bow and left her room, the door locking automatically behind her. We can't have the boys going through her clothes now could we. With her hood drawn up to shade her face from the others she kept her auburn hair back while her perfectly plump and smooth red lips formed her signature mantra that she whispered every time she was about to go into a fray. At the corridor she saw her partner, Agent Reaver, nearing the location as she was though he was sprinting where she was taking a brisk walking pace; her legs were long and capable of long stride at a slower pace than most walked or ran but still taking the same distance in a similar amount of time.