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"I hardly think our beauty is relevant to our fighting prowess."
Emilia interjects, only a mild tone of distaste in her voice.
"But yes, I too would like to know how the Asheater arrived."

"I'll do my best to keep them on, then, sister."
Watson eyes her up and down.

Definitely no nun she'd ever met before. But then, people of the cloth weren't the most common procurers of Watson's services. Very little need for fine wines and cheeses or rare jewellry after vespers.

Philomena Watson was a woman of action, but not a woman of combat.

Getting her hands dirty was, usually, not Watson's oeuvre. Assault and murder were (technically) crimes in the grand city of Uhambra, and Watson had a strict rule against engaging in illegal activity. No weapons except where necessary, combat to be avoided at all costs.

It was easier to explain, after all. A dead body was harder to explain away than a man keeling over a latrine vomiting up the contents of his lunch after an ill-timed meeting with some dark magic.

Still, she'd picked up some skill, here and there. A knife hidden in the boot was, while cliche, not an inelegant solution to a rough, thuggish boor who mistook Watson for some naive newcomer with less sense than money. And if someone threatening Watson's client were to fall ill with a case of the shits for a little bit -never enough to kill, of course, but inconvenience- well, they'd never know why, would they?

It was still a learning experience. Watson was not a fighter, and this new assignment of hers was going to need a little more than her connections and her skills. She adjusts the cuffs on her sleeves, fiddling with her collar. Poise, practicality, precaution. That was the name of the game. A strong first impression.

"I assume this isn't a live-fire test?"

Mori
Nobody out of the ordinary. Just a bunch of students visiting friends or teachers or other students doing club activities honestly.
See Sawatari? You can smile honestly!

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Shiro
"You and me both. My old man was like that to my mom and I. Bastard."
Jin takes out a bottle of melon soda. Before he opens his, he brings out another bottle offering it to Shiro. Regardless of their answer, he uncaps his and takes a swig.
"It's always movin' the damn goalposts or actin' like you know what they need better than they do."

As much as I want to go with Fire for the buff, Wind is more fitting for Watson. Only possible way it could've been better was if she'd rolled Fortune

The moment Emilia can, she heads towards the recently injured Rhian, motioning Tanja to come over. She practically preens over her like a mother hen checking her children.
"You're not too hurt, are you, Rhian? Did the healers make sure you were okay?"

Gut tells me it's not Sawatari. He's got issues, but I don't think turning people into Akuma is one of them.

My brother in Christ, the moment I have to think hard I'm starting my own game with blackjack and hookers with the result of that thought.