Naomi Fujioka/Aiode
Age:22|Quirk:Musical Projection|Tags:N/A;Open|Location:patrolling|Glorified mercenary|
The morning sun was bright in contrast to the dark clothing clad, headphone wearing heroine who walked calmly along the streets and back alleys. Her grey-blue eyes scanned everything, before she climbed onto a fire escape. Her long brown hair swirled more as the breeze flowed around her. Sighing, Naomi pulled out her phone, headphones around her neck as she turned up the volume to sit on the metal platform.
"Of course they would send me out on a quiet morning in this part of town," she muttered bitterly, "Could of at least let someone come with me so I wouldn't have to seem insane. How hard can it be to spare another freaking person with the expendable one after all?"
Scoffing a bit, she tapped her fingers in time with the music, her katana on her back as she watched civilians wander past her.
"So quiet," she sighed again, before shaking her head, her loose curls bouncing lightly with the action, "Get it together Aiode. Someone's gotta play guard lion around here."
Sighing, she let her nails sharpen a bit more, drawing light designs on her skin, just light enough to leave a mark, but not to bleed.
"At this rate, I'll have to eat what is nearly expired again," she muttered darkly, "Why can't those morons higher up just let me help? I'm not fragile."
Scoffing again, she settled her gaze back to observing the landscape, listening to both the music and her surroundings.