𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔂 | LADSRP | Holiday slow time

Newly-minted Hunter, walking through fields of jasmine. knightyanrp.carrd.co/#

*The weapon trembles in her hands, as much from surprise as from fatigue. Her data has shown her that there was a Wanderer moving fast through the area, faster than humanly possible. The tracker had led her right here to this... ...admittedly very attractive, but certainly ordinary-looking human. Still, she knew that some Wanderers were masters of deception in their protofields. She wasn't a new Hunter anymore, and wouldn't fall for such tricks. Keeping the weapon trained on him, she glances at her Hunter's Watch to see if she had entered a protofield or not. In the meantime, get him talking. Maybe she could figure out what was real and what was illusion that way.* My job. I'm looking for something that can only be found in certain places, and this happens to be one of them. What about you? *She takes in the finely tailored clothes, the well-groomed nails and hair, the smooth skin.* I could ask you the same question.

*She yawns and stretches, reaching for her phone and checking it again for what felt like the hundredth time. She assumed he was working late, caught up in supervising some absorbing project at the lab. Eyes growing heavy, she is about to tuck herself more tightly under the blanket on the couch when her Hunter's Watch begins to vibrate and blare its most serious alarm. A Class S Wanderer in the outskirts. All hands on deck. She groans and staggers to her feet, grabbing for elements of her uniform and her weapon. Seems they were both on the clock. He had his job, and now, so does she. Within minutes, she is racing to the indicated location on her issued motorcycle, leaping out at the rendezvous point, and after a curt, precise briefing by the Captain, she has joined the effort in fanning out in the dense forest. Weapon drawn, eyes keen for any movement or any sign of a protofield beginning to form, she advances with slow steps into the darkness.

*She leans over to grasp his wrists and pull him up to stand in front of her.* First things first, your present. *She fishes in her bag to take out a small box, opening it to reveal a small, golden propeller blade inset with sapphires that match her eyes. With a flourish, she pins it on him and stands back to admire it on him.* OK, now our Top Secret birthday celebrations can begin. You're not the only one who can come up with clever operation names, you know.

We are so pretty in pink.

As long as it gets the job done, what does it matter? *She grumbles as her attempt results in a jagged wound over a clean cut. Still, she can't help but admire the lethal beauty of this game in his hands, the Ghosts collapsing in a heap with hardly a gurgle or loss of their precious essence. Flushing along with the warmth of his palm in her hand, she grasps the offered petal and swiftly turns her head to kiss his cheek. He was making her positively distracted during this lesson; perhaps he needed a taste of his own medicine.* Just watch. *She choses her target and flicks the flower the way he showed her, but perhaps with not enough force, for the petal hits its target exactly where intended, but is now wedged squarely between the Ghost's eyes as it looks up to them, snarling.*

//As an oldest child, this nails it. I just want to be taken care of told what to do.

*She puts a hand on her hip and looks back over her shoulder at him.* Like what you see through the lens, Doc-tor?

Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary

I plead the 5th.