Azura closed the door behind her as she exited the office of the infamous psychology therapist Doctor Fransisco. Azura had been suffering from what the field agents call shell shock, the only problem was she loved her job and assassinating her targets. On the other hand Azura liked people, and most of her colleagues thought she was one of the cookiest people they had ever met with overly random comments and sometimes spurt out something way out from left field, but over the years reports had been filed that she may have taken a little to much pleasure in her executions and lost touch with reality.
In this session she was advised to find a simple way to release her passion, in the form of an activity that would not end in someone dying or injured. Azura played along believing this was some kind of fiasco, be that as it may the CIS had a hard time believing she only enjoyed killing while she was working, but not being able to work was making it all the more difficult. Either way she was getting bored with day to life and needed some excitement, a thrilling adventure of sorts.
She strolled through the halls, her attire was more comfortable than extravagant, her silver hair tied back in a ponytail- Sporting a short sleeve shirt, and wearing some designer ripped jeans that some would say were just a little too tight for her figure considering she was muscular for her size and weight. Which often left her open to some sort of scornish response, little did they know at this point she probably would have enjoyed wiping the smile off their faces, but she promised she would save it for the field, the only problem she wasn’t allowed just yet until she proved herself stable. Azure most of the times laughed to herself she knew she was altogether cooky and took offense trying to be what they wanted her to be. So she played along until she could convince them she was what they thought stable was. Ironically she was an agent of the Ministry of secrets she could be anything she wanted to be; she chuckled at their delusions.
While she proceeded down the hallway a gentleman seemed to take interest in her smiled while he looked her over and solemnly started a simple conversation with her.
“Hi, I haven’t seen you around, my name is Darion it gets pretty boring around here. Whatta ya say let’s go have some fun“ The man was a few inches taller than her, he had to tilt his head down t talk to her.
Azura saw an opening to have fun with the man and spirt out something completely random from the top of her mind. “Sure my dear I like archery and moving targets, wanna play. “Azura said winking. “My name is Azura."Darion stood baffled for a moment before he quickly stated"on second thought I’m going to go have a drink" and quickly made his exit.
Azura chuckled “Awe we could have had some fun, Cat and mouse, You would be the mouse of course"
The chiss-human turned and continued on with her destination through winding hallways, taking the elevator down to the main floor and finally exiting the building. Breathing a sigh of relief, a cool breeze filled the air as she took in a welcomed breath of fresh air. Azura followed a pathway down a bank of stairs, which led into a nice little patch of green space among all the concrete buildings. She must have looked quite funny sitting there leaning back on her hands with her legs stretched out, watching all the people walk by.
In this session she was advised to find a simple way to release her passion, in the form of an activity that would not end in someone dying or injured. Azura played along believing this was some kind of fiasco, be that as it may the CIS had a hard time believing she only enjoyed killing while she was working, but not being able to work was making it all the more difficult. Either way she was getting bored with day to life and needed some excitement, a thrilling adventure of sorts.
She strolled through the halls, her attire was more comfortable than extravagant, her silver hair tied back in a ponytail- Sporting a short sleeve shirt, and wearing some designer ripped jeans that some would say were just a little too tight for her figure considering she was muscular for her size and weight. Which often left her open to some sort of scornish response, little did they know at this point she probably would have enjoyed wiping the smile off their faces, but she promised she would save it for the field, the only problem she wasn’t allowed just yet until she proved herself stable. Azure most of the times laughed to herself she knew she was altogether cooky and took offense trying to be what they wanted her to be. So she played along until she could convince them she was what they thought stable was. Ironically she was an agent of the Ministry of secrets she could be anything she wanted to be; she chuckled at their delusions.
While she proceeded down the hallway a gentleman seemed to take interest in her smiled while he looked her over and solemnly started a simple conversation with her.
“Hi, I haven’t seen you around, my name is Darion it gets pretty boring around here. Whatta ya say let’s go have some fun“ The man was a few inches taller than her, he had to tilt his head down t talk to her.
Azura saw an opening to have fun with the man and spirt out something completely random from the top of her mind. “Sure my dear I like archery and moving targets, wanna play. “Azura said winking. “My name is Azura."Darion stood baffled for a moment before he quickly stated"on second thought I’m going to go have a drink" and quickly made his exit.
Azura chuckled “Awe we could have had some fun, Cat and mouse, You would be the mouse of course"
The chiss-human turned and continued on with her destination through winding hallways, taking the elevator down to the main floor and finally exiting the building. Breathing a sigh of relief, a cool breeze filled the air as she took in a welcomed breath of fresh air. Azura followed a pathway down a bank of stairs, which led into a nice little patch of green space among all the concrete buildings. She must have looked quite funny sitting there leaning back on her hands with her legs stretched out, watching all the people walk by.