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DLV: Meet the BossesAlix fidgets with her new coat, nervously tugging at the silver chains. She loathes wearing it, but it is required by the Organization. The petite girl never wore leather before and she finds it to be very constricting; there go her illusions of comfort. Thankfully, she is able to modify it so she does not end up tripping over the hem when she walks.
The room she stands in is spacious, circular, and stark white. Large arched windows line across the walls, letting in the bright morning light. Five vacant thrones, each decorated with a unique symbol, loom over her since they are suspended high off the floor.
Her new bosses have yet to show up, and she is starting to feel a little queasy. She is just a simple maidcorrection, was a maid. Alix does not remember being this nervous when meeting the young master ah, former master now.
I mean, they already asked me if I wanted to join and I agreed. What if what if they changed their minds? Mon dieu, stop it, Alix! You
Written Application: Alix - The Fragile ArtisanName: Alix
Age: 17 years old
Build: petite, slim, a B-cup
Eye Color: light blue
Hairstyle: silver; reaches down to her waist with her bangs kept short and swept to one side, and tied up in pigtails
Distinguishing Features: Both of her ears are pierced. Even though she prefers her hair to be in pigtails, she will leave it down for special occasions. Alix also has a small mole at the bottom left corner of her mouth.
On-Duty Wears the standard Organization coat but modified it so that it cuts off at the waist. Instead of pants or slacks, Alix wears a frilled black skirt, thigh-high white stockings, and black Mary-Jane flats; she also wears a pair of white gloves instead of the standard black.
Off-Duty When out of uniform, Alix wears short-sleeved dresses, aprons included, that reach the tops of her knees and pantyhose; the shoe
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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