Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27950421-20181020012811/@comment-30014014-20181115052735

"Hum...ma'am?"

"Hmm?" a white haired lilim turns to a pink haired succubus holding a pair of folders between her arms.

The secretary points to the window "It would seem we are at no end of odd visits..."

The mayor turns to the window, making use of her extended sight. She groans, briefly glancing at her table. Two cups filled with white and sweet milk. A tray of pastries are close to the cold liquids "Ugh...are you serious? This night of all nights, no less..."

Her crimsons eyes again turn to the window, watching a man with arcane flame on his hand. Judging by his pace, it seems he's hellbent on trying to start a mobfire. She takes a heavy breathing, a flutter of pink aura filling the space around her. Her nightly pajamas fade away, quick to be replaced by a formal business suit, one made to endure, as silver pieces adorn her shoulders, her kneecaps, her elbows, every joints. They shine against the encroaching night, vibrating with a dim-lighted shield surfacing on her entire body, including the wings.

"Margaret, take the night off. I'd honestly hate to have someone else bound in unecessary paper work. I'll handle this little incident".

"If you insist, ma'am. Good night". She bows slightly, phsaing out by the window, her wings fully spread out.

"Good night, Margaret..." Bess makes a slight jump, hanging in the air. Then, with a sudden acceleration, she dashes with such velocity that an afterimage of her last position hangs by the air in her now empty and darkened office room.

A bursting echo ruptures the sound barrier a few meters before the man carrying arcane flame. Bess unravels within her wings, showcasing gemini pistols. All of the castings, embedded in demon silver, in and out. The pistols themselves shine in silver as well, surrounded by a violet aura.

Contrary to the presentation, her voice displays nothing but impatience "Ok, I know not who you are, except the malicious intent you carry within yourself. I have a rather important quality time to spend with someone, therefore, let us carry this balade on".

She spins her pistols, making a click sound as she arms them, now pointed at the man before her "I am in the least mood to be entertained, so you best bring your all or risk a quick defeat..."