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Xion kept a blank face as she stepped into the building, removing her disguises as she entered the police department. While Xion was in her element, playing up her mafia persona, she only had one true alignment, and that was with the other deputies. A double agent she was, and a good one at that she’d like to think! Thus far, no suspicion had been thrown her way toward her alias. It was insanely hard to forget sometimes who she even was when she put on her new face.  And perhaps it was one of the most beloved aspects of what she did.  “Hello! Has any new leads been found while i’ve been away?” She questioned as she made her way over to a colleague of hers.  

The sweet melodies of the band playing in the jazz club allowed for the redhead to happily sway along to the rhythm without a care in the world.  That is all about what he wished could continue to be the case for the night. Though it wasn’t unusual for the air of the club to be tense as intense eyes searched for whatever answers they sought after, or perhaps purely for other purposes which Pax didn’t particularly want to get into. Despite the uneasiness he felt at times, he liked to enjoy what he did! While it had its cons, he had fun with it at least, and he felt content with it. His attention fell upon a familiar face, to which he offered his usual welcoming smile as a silent hello.  As his little performance came to an end, he decided to greet them. “Hey, hey. Are you enjoying your night?”

Which somehow lead to right now where he was being taken care of by a werewolf. “I won’t be able to heal properly,” He mumbled lifting shaking hands and trying to loosen the wrap. // @groundzcro

She was pacing the floor, remnants of a broken arm in her hands. The statue was moved from its post outside to the center of the room. The sun was beginning to drip, it was only a matter of time before that idiot woke up from his ‘sleep’ and she could get to the bottom of this. // @thegroundshakes

“Ahh, great,” Biffy grunted, stony face already set in a scowl. “If it isn’t the creator and the bane of my existence. What do you want?” // @jfc-jinx

"It is nice to see you again. You seem well, don't you?" The boss stated as he stared his companion down with his steel toned eyes. The redhead had a usually busy schedule, but he made the time to see certain people when he could. Higa and Naraka were assisting him in his duties for the moment while he stopped to chat. Alma Fudoh, well known in the underground crime scene as a hero of sorts due to how often he extended a branch for those in need within this city of New York. From generous donations, to other aids, the redhead had garnered quite the reputation. But to the outside world, or more specifically the police, he was merely an enigma. And that is the way he preferred it. 

@crscntlight

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