i think fiona as a supporting character is important because surprisingly, it is only through her perspective where we can explicitly see how twilight and loid are beginning to merge. she knows how twilight operates, knows when he's just projecting a fake persona, so fiona clocks it when twilight is beginning to actually show genuine feelings for his fake family.
sylvia is not the character for this -- while she represents the mission side of things, i think she's known all along that twilight is bound to be compromised, and (my hot take is that) she's not really against it. she overworks twilight to the bone, but when she sees twilight with his fake family, she always has that fond look on her face (as far as i remember); she relishes over twilight's awkward affection for his family. she had been a parent and a wife once; she knows how easy it is to fall in love with your family, and perhaps she wishes the same for twilight as well.
in fact, the one who calls out twilight frequently over his genuine feelings for his fake family, are franky and fiona. (interestingly, they come from two perspectives: franky coming from concern for his friend, fiona coming from... jealousy i guess?) never sylvia.
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"Agreed... I almost thought for a second that your target was also my target, but I didn't sense any magic on him." Don mentally scolded himself for making that assumption, but he wanted to check.
"And yes, I saw your subordinate fight... Almost thought that she had some kind of demonic magic in her, quite reckless to use her damaged limbs like that, but she managed to take down the target." It seems that Nightfall was someone to look out for, especially since she was Twilight's ally... Still, how she fought was impressive, not a lot of people (or demons) fought that way.
"Time is ticking on our ends... If we don't find that renegade demon and stop them... Then the threat of war will remain if they somehow instigate it."
And that wasn't good... Sure, demons could do whatever they want once they were summoned to the living world, but sooner or later, they were banished back to Hell by holy means... At least, that's what he learned... Most demons kept coming back by other means.
He shook his head of the thought, moving to clean and bandage his mortal ally's wound.
"... You made a good choice in sparing the dark-haired gentleman earlier, I'd rather not bring another soul with me back to Hell unless it was my target."
The floor around her was both slick and sticky with blood, a contradiction that claws at her nose like an old lover as she marches resolutely through the building. Her red-soled shoes click down the tiled floor of the WISE safehouse. The only sound...the screams had long since died away, silenced by slit throats or by those who succumbed to blood loss.
But Thorn Princess wasn't satisfied. Not with the bodies. Not with the blood that drips from her dress, her cheek, and her stilettos gripped tightly in her fists. She cared not for her own blood that mingled with the others, a few bullets graze from shots that had been lucky. She would patch them later, but for now...
Frustration roiled within her. No one had answered her very simple demand. They all refused to answer, crying for death rather than giving away that information.
Where is Loid Forger?
She had lost track of how many safehouses she had raided, how many spies she had slaughtered since she had learned that her husband was alive and that his agency was keeping him from returning to her and Anya.
Anya, who waited with Bond and Franky - who she was still wary of, but trusted enough because he loved her daughter as if she were his own blood relative - at home, was innocent of all of her mother's dealings. To whom she had to return to in the morning. For Thorn Princess could only exist in the darkness, in the shadows. In the underbelly of society. Far, far away from her daughter's innocent smile and bright eyes.
Eyes that had become dim after her father was taken. A smile that wasn't nearly as bright as it had once been.
Shaking her head, Thorn Princess' red eyes scanned the room full of desks, reflexively wiping the blood from her golden weapons before sheathing them for the moment. She would need to wash them and her hands as soon as possible. There would be no clean-up crews for this location (just like the others). This was a reminder to WISE that she was serious.
And she couldn't help but wonder why the spy agency was allowing her to slaughter their agents like lambs. Wouldn't it be easier to simply hand Loid Forger back over to her?
Unless Loid really was...
Unless they wanted a purge of their agents...
Her fingers slid across documents on the desk before her, flipping through cipher after cipher. She didn't understand them, but there were patterns she had picked up on, and one of them, in particular, could lead to the location of the next safe house and maybe information regarding her husband.
Something caught her eye.
A note. A simple scrawl on a small piece of paper. No cipher and clear as day. Her breath stalled in her chest as she seized the note and read it over and over and over again, hope and dread filling her all at once.
One thing I really enjoy about Spy X Family is the fact that both Yor and Anya are, at their core, meatheads. These two are the female equivalent of himbos. They are not book smart by any stretch. They are kind and loyal. They are always ready to punch their way out of a situation, even if the specific situation would only be made worse by throwing violence into the mix.
I appreciate this because 1) both of them are still well rounded characters despite being muscle-brained and 2) the people who love and care about them NEVER treat them poorly for this. Yor is still appreciated as a wife, mother, and sister by Loid, Anya, and Yuri. Anya is still loved as a daughter and friend by her parents and by Becky despite poor academic performance and the fact that Becky's first real impression is of Anya punching Damien.
On the other side of that coin, Loid is the one who's mind runs a mile a minute, who's always planning ahead, who's a focused and driven and has the big important medical job. Despite that, he can still make poor or "stupid" decisions because he can overthink things.
Basically, that family has exactly one brain cell and Loid is the only one that remembers it exists but only about 75% of the time.
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As much of a lazy oaf of a dog he was, Bond could not help but sniff his way towards the kitchen. Only to find Loid, his owner's father, at the stove. Seems as if he were cooking, or something. At least he had been still at the stove, doesn't look like he was moving any time soon.
It was despite the recent various news outlets covering the uptick in crime within the surrounding cities and towns that Missi went out in public this fine day. For the past month or so had been the same odd stories. Even for a city as large as the one that Missi resided within the uptick in violence and murder had been staggering. Various cities not just her own but neighboring ones but hours away were running the same pieces. Seral killers? Gang activity? It looked like tensions between political issue and what the police force can do to counter this new unknown threat could be. Many politicians have now blamed one another, using it as chances to get dirt on others and slander names.
While Missi contently strolled about without many if only a handful of people, knowing that it was her that night. Using her supernatural magic to spread the murders and slaughter around just for fun and enjoying the aftermath of it all. Their lives meant very little but it would take a near flawless investigation to even be able to pinpoint her let alone even track her down as going into the city was a rare occurrence for the Duchess.
But there was a reason, to collect everything she could for that night’s celebration she had been running all over town with people pointing and commenting on how she was early for Halloween. Of course those people who would comment such things would quickly find their legs swept out from underneath them from her cane as she walked by. The half blind woman feigning ignorance before continuing on.
After the (frankly disastrous) party with her coworkers earlier that year, getting invited to a small informal holiday party at Loid's work filled Yor with dread. In the weeks since her husband had informed her and asked for her to accompany him, she had been silently panicking every chance it crossed her mind. She had brought it up to Camila, Sharon, and Millie hoping for some advice... only to be told things that had only made her feel worse. The only person who seemed keen on wishing her a good time was Director McMahon, who had graciously ensured that she would have time off for the event and the day after "just in case."
The thing that probably made the whole affair less stressful was that it was fairly informal, with most of the doctors wearing "ugly" sweaters and the spouses wearing reindeer headbands - something Yor had been offered when they walked in. After brief introductions, some of the wives pulled Yor away from her husband to meet more spouses and gossip. It wasn't to different from being with the girls at City Hall...but it was nice to be included and actually engaged with. Some of the wives seemed genuinely interested in her (rather than spewing jealously laced comments like "how did you manage to get with Dr. Forger!") and asked for her opinion on some topics. It was...nice.
She sipped the glass of wine she had been offered and was feeling the warmth from the alcohol as the women mulled about the room. It was a comfortable air and she was soaking in the warmth when she tripped and stumbled.
Blinking up, she found herself beside Loid - who she hadn't seen in a while - and smiled at him before something caught her eye.
There, above their heads, was a small twig of greenery. She tilted her head in confusion at it, until several voices called out sweet-sounding taunts at her husband and the hair on the back of her neck rose from all the eyes on her. But confusion more than anything made its home in her mind. What is this? What's the fuss? she thought as she stood frozen beside her husband. This tradition hadn't been something her colleagues had mentioned...
Maybe it was the wine...but she felt oddly calm at that moment as Loid's eyes fell on her. Something about his expression wasn't quite right. He always looked so assured and put together...so why did his eyes look... nervous? As if this was something he wasn't comfortable with but was pretending to be fine. Beckoned by his soft voice, she stepped into the circle of his arms, her hands coming to rest on his chest gently - the barest of touches, ready to pull away should she not be welcome. She smiled at him, hoping to reassure him while not having the faintest idea what the big deal was. Being close to him was for the act, right? They had practiced being this close recently so this shouldn't be a problem.
"Is this alright, Loid?" She whispered, her words slightly slurred but only faintly. "What... you don't have to do anything if you aren't sure, regardless of tradition."
