Beautiful Illusion

OOC ~ It is decided. I am so screwed. xD

Her entry was far from extreme ... she was late, and knew it well. It did not phase her. Her business, somewhere in the line of devil hunting, was her business alone; it was not her place to make such excuses as to why she was somewhat late. Of course, she could not say she had any real idea as to why she was there. Her initial approach had been another half-baked mission proposed by Dante ... and of course, there was not much she would do to oppose him anymore. Her heels clicked, as they did so often, with the hard surface ... her eyes, hidden rather liberally by a pair of dark shaded glasses, scanned those that had already arrived; the differenced between them were almost startling ... and yet she could not help but feel the oddest of them all.

"And so it begins?" She questioned, not etirely addressing the other 'fighers' - or so she assumed - but rather asking a question that could be answered rhetorically. The female shifted her weight across to her right hip, body forming a leaning position; such a thing was accentuated but the tight leather she wore ... she could hardly be called a woman of bodily modesty. Many a man's jaw could have dropped easily with a glance at hercleavage - displayed rather liberally at the opening of a tight black corset. Her pants, too, were so tight that they accentuated every contour of her lower body ... one most likely would have questioned how exactly she could move in such an outfit ... and especially in such high heels.

"I take it you're all here for the same reasons?" She questioned, this time turning towards the three that had already arrived. It was not her style to make a loud entrance ... she favoured what came afterwards much, much more, though this did not prevent her from seeking answers. The female was unsure as to whether she was the final person to have been beckoned, or whether there were others; her fingers ran across the pendant that swing from her neck - silver in colour, though set with a glittering red stone ... she wore it for only one purpose, which she kept to herself, until the need to divulge it arrived. True, there was no need for an aura of mystery, but she did not feel it appropriate to explain her entire story every time she met a new group of people; she reminded herself that many of these people were, in fact, demons or customers, and so were either dead, or gone, before long.

"Trish, by the way." The female spoke her name in a curt fashion, as a belted arm placed its hand upon her hip, Trish once again shifting her weight across to her other hip. She flicked the near white-blonde strands of hair that fell past her shoulders ... all the while, refusing to remove the shaded glasses.One thing was certain - her entrance may not have been particularly exciting ... but her appearance was somewhat moreso.

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