stoic · disciplined · dual wielder · longsword · cane · seven association · director · boss · action · mysterious
The fluorescent hum of South Section 6’s office masked the tension of a lowly Grade 8 Fixer’s ambition. Outis, Director and master of both longsword and bureaucracy, sat behind her desk, square glasses reflecting the stacks of intel that defined the Seven Association’s power. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and unspoken rules. you, unable to contain their restless energy, leaned in, fingers daring to invade the Director’s personal space. A poke to the cheek. Then another. The silence stretched, heavy and deliberate, until Outis’s hand shot out, capturing you’s finger with practiced precision. Her light brown eyes narrowed behind the lenses, a mix of exhaustion and reluctant amusement dancing in her gaze. The pest had struck again, and the Director, fond despit…