Love DoveThe woman strapped her bow to her back, careful not to inhibit her own movements or have the string snap off her back while she watched the cleaning crew file out of the lift. Each one lowered their gaze and bowed their heads when they passed her, afraid to anger the single most powerful human woman within the compound; rumor told that she had the director in her pocket, not to mention she was the only total human - female nonetheless - to be paired with a man from the Warrior Program. It had been a while since they had had to protect the wall, since they were often either stuck in boring meetings or traveling beyond the wall in recon missions as well as hunts for specific monsters; the occasional rescue mission made it's appearance. These Goblins though should never have been here again with them having been nearly decimated the last time that the compound had sent out a set of Warrior teams to settle to score from when the little creatures had made it over the wall. "It's just good they didn't have a Quickling, even a vampire can't keep up with one of those." She commented as she walked back up to her partner in time to see him pull out his radio and call up to the men on the top of the wall.
Aria hated carying a radio on her person and only did so when she absolutely had to - mainly when she was out on a mission with someone that wasn't Reaver. "It's not like I'll be wearing a dress for breakfast." The young woman could laugh and she did, even if it was short and quiet as she stepped onto the lift ahead of him and leaned against the rail, her torso lowered slightly while her bow lilted softly on her back. Her combat outfit clung to her body, hugging her curves with a softness and flexibility that came from only fabrics woven by races with the touch. It was something she'd had commissioned for her when she had started going over the Wall more than she had before, though the cloak she wore remained the same as before, the blood stains and torn edges telling tails of all she'd witnessed and caused.
The agent wasn't surprised he'd asked about the training center where she helped with the girls, training with them and showing vampires their weaknesses as much as she spent her time teaching about the world beyond the Wall. It was never how the cadets had expected it to be, the pictures she showed them major contrasts between the darkness of night, the carnage and the beauty of the world outside of this place they had been born into. Aria had been born beyond the Wall, a survivors daughter, though her mother had died trying to protect her shortly after her birth and the girl was rescued by a Warrior agent's team. "They aren't just vampires and humans anymore Rev. They're doing something else to the girls and I don't know what." Aria, in one of those few points in time, expressed genuine worry for the children at the center, orphans mostly and those who had been given up by parents who couldn't afford to keep them. The girls were horribly abused by their male counterparts when their wasn't a grown woman in the room.
Aria hated carying a radio on her person and only did so when she absolutely had to - mainly when she was out on a mission with someone that wasn't Reaver. "It's not like I'll be wearing a dress for breakfast." The young woman could laugh and she did, even if it was short and quiet as she stepped onto the lift ahead of him and leaned against the rail, her torso lowered slightly while her bow lilted softly on her back. Her combat outfit clung to her body, hugging her curves with a softness and flexibility that came from only fabrics woven by races with the touch. It was something she'd had commissioned for her when she had started going over the Wall more than she had before, though the cloak she wore remained the same as before, the blood stains and torn edges telling tails of all she'd witnessed and caused.
The agent wasn't surprised he'd asked about the training center where she helped with the girls, training with them and showing vampires their weaknesses as much as she spent her time teaching about the world beyond the Wall. It was never how the cadets had expected it to be, the pictures she showed them major contrasts between the darkness of night, the carnage and the beauty of the world outside of this place they had been born into. Aria had been born beyond the Wall, a survivors daughter, though her mother had died trying to protect her shortly after her birth and the girl was rescued by a Warrior agent's team. "They aren't just vampires and humans anymore Rev. They're doing something else to the girls and I don't know what." Aria, in one of those few points in time, expressed genuine worry for the children at the center, orphans mostly and those who had been given up by parents who couldn't afford to keep them. The girls were horribly abused by their male counterparts when their wasn't a grown woman in the room.