- Pronouns
- She/her
A moment was taken to sip her drink. The fruity flavors savored a moment as she dwelled on how best to answer. She did spy work she played roles to best assassinate a target. She wasn't averse to answering the question but the location impacted how she considered she ought to answer. "It's not the act but the location." Her eyes looked to her drink for a moment, then tipped it slightly toward Kana's direction. "Let's say we're the drink. Our job asks us to add elements to it. But obviously if we add to much something spills over." In the lab it could be simpler but that wasn't the location so Alice tried to measure her words.
She wasn't opposed to killing, truthfully she enjoyed it. Not the act of ending a life or sacrifice a soul, for her it was simpler. Victory.
"I picked up a job as a maid. Believe me I enjoy to some degree a clean up job. A maid though isn't a street sweeper." She wondered if it sunk in yet as well why she wanted to be here. Why her eyes scanned around the room. She was looking for targets worth her time. Good clean fun to her might still involve a decapitation and mess to tidy up. They were approached by someone the other two were more averse to his presence.
"Who's the client? What's the rate? And what is the risk expectations? Not necessarily going to abandon friends on a good night, for an odd job. May take up the offer though if answers right." Some part of Alice couldn't help but be drawn to the inquiry. Her ambitions involved one day a world better. She would be willing to clean up a lot of messes to get there. She was willing to develop super weapons to get there. But then not every escort job pitched their way was a good person either.
She wasn't opposed to killing, truthfully she enjoyed it. Not the act of ending a life or sacrifice a soul, for her it was simpler. Victory.
"I picked up a job as a maid. Believe me I enjoy to some degree a clean up job. A maid though isn't a street sweeper." She wondered if it sunk in yet as well why she wanted to be here. Why her eyes scanned around the room. She was looking for targets worth her time. Good clean fun to her might still involve a decapitation and mess to tidy up. They were approached by someone the other two were more averse to his presence.
"Who's the client? What's the rate? And what is the risk expectations? Not necessarily going to abandon friends on a good night, for an odd job. May take up the offer though if answers right." Some part of Alice couldn't help but be drawn to the inquiry. Her ambitions involved one day a world better. She would be willing to clean up a lot of messes to get there. She was willing to develop super weapons to get there. But then not every escort job pitched their way was a good person either.