Arsenya

Arsenya
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0-35


Her dream was to fly. All her nights were filled with images of the skies above and her days were spent trying to get there. She was a handful for her parents, but only sometimes did it matter to her. She still felt a little bit bad as she said goodbye to them, heading off on her own.

Jean's tasks were grueling, just as Okatta's were before. Still, Arsenya could only laugh at the soreness in her muscles at the end of the day. She even scraped together what little money she could to buy herself a cheaply made air resistant suit. Blissfully unaware of what Starling and Jean had in store, she continued her training. The coat she received was definitely not anything she could've afforded. She turned just in time to catch the helmet Jean threw at her, hearing the soft "clunk" against her claws. She barely registered the number 0-35 on the side. Jean could only smirk.

"Get Dressed, We're heading out in a half hour. Time for your first mission!"

Arsenya had finally made it, and nothing could make her prouder. She stood, full of pride, to the left of Jean in any ceremony. Her chest puffed out and she stood a bit taller when he had produced her badge from out of thin air. She was a celebrated member of the Wulfrose Clan's Aerial Couriers and SOAR Brigade. This now meant her life depended on Jean, and his life depended on her, and soon enough, he told her something that made it so....

Together, they work for the Underground Resistance against the Dark King, delivering messages and searching for any opportunity to strike; as long as she wore the proud number of 0-35, she'd never stop, not until they killed her.