Basking in the stillness of an almost endless white floral field, Shalom stood - humming softly to herself as her gaze observed the view. She once was Paradeisos's proudest tool - a uniquely altered Sinner designed to combat disasters. But alas, said tool was out of order now. But then again, no one knew Paradeisos as well as she did. No one could predict them as well as she could, or rather, can. A knowing smile had tugged at the corner of her lips. Months have passed, and things have spiralled beyond her predictions, but she is thrilled by the unexpected turn of events. A new factor to add to the equation, one that neither the MBCC nor the 9th Agency, Paradeisos, or herself, for that matter, had expected. 'X', or rather 'Shalom', has always been alone, or so she assumed herself to have been alone. Rahu. Christine. Perhaps even a new... Acquaintance could be added to her list.

"Do you have to stare at me like that? Alright, then, I'm going to do the same to you."

Her silky strands of hair danced within the breeze; purple at their roots, yet they bled into white. The subtle crimson glint within her left eye ensured that the individual who could hear her would catch the somewhat playful implication of her words. Her white blouse allowed her to seem more at ease as it matched perfectly with the 'azura blossom' that was attached to her black choker. With the absence of her long leather coat resting atop her shoulders, she seemed... More approachable. Her long grey skirt remained in pristine condition, as were her blackened footwear. She seemed far less caged when she was out of the reach of Paradeisos's territory, and thus out of their direct grasp.