‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ マスクド・デュース ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 ㅤㅤ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎, ‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ‍𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎 . ‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

⠀ ⠀ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝕾𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝒔𝒆𝒕 ; ⠀ ⠀ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 .ᐟ 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗧 ⠀ ⠀ ( ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙂𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏 𝙑𝘼𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀大尉 ・ たしぎ ⠀⠀𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼 . . . 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

Paperwork stacked above her head, tall mountains of forms needing filling. "This is what I get for taking a vacation."

"Ah. Are you the one spoken of in scripture?"

With the amount of headaches they cause me I fear it may very well be the same for me.

"What. What is happening amongst our ranks?"

Up late, comrade? I suppose these late patrols take toll on everybody.

Wings folded around her body and a cup of tea in her hands. She loves the early afternoon.

Visible flinch to the loud noise, wing automatically defending her from the bullet. "I-I-I. W-why?!"

⠀your⠀local⠀clown⠀🤡.⠀ I initially created this character with the idea of an angel shackled to desk work. And that's still consistent I love my biblically accurate desk jockey.

"It would appear as if its time for patrol." Gentle flaps of wings, stretching for the takeoff. "I do hope it does not rain."

And may the angel bless your presence.

Ringing of ears. "Wh-what?!"

"Huh? Am I okay??? I. I think so?" She doesnt mean to be so shaken it scared her.