Questions?

Victor walked along the streets if new Rome, his face hidden underneath a light blue fedora, the same color of his jacket as he stayed in the shadows. Night was coming, and he would become his alter ego...the faceless avenger of justice and truth. Now was the time. He ducked into an alley and opened the hidden compartment in his belt, revealing a ball of a latex substance. Unrolling the material he pressed it over his face, hiding his eyes and mouth and all, becoming his faceless pursuer of truth, the question! Then after the mask was on he tapped a button on the inside of his buckle, releasing a gas which bonded the mask to his face and changed his hair from blonde to brown, his clothes to a darker blue. He was ready.

Walking from the shadows and keeping the fedora down, he looked around for the one the question desired to visit. Leaving new Rome and approaching the military camp, he kept low to avoid guards as he sought out to find and question, azalea. He knew much of her already, but now was the confrontation he needed to quench his burning curiosity.

It was Azalea's turn to clean Hannibal up. She wore a pair of shorts and a orange t-shirt shredded up. Azalea's hair was a beautiful golden brown and put in a ponytail."Hannibal, I can't reach your back." Azalea held up the bucket to his trunk, waiting for the elephant to soak up the water and spray his back."Good boy." Azalea smiled before grabbing a huge brush and scrubbing his back.

Victor approached her, staying hidden as much as he could as he kept his hands within his pockets, watching her as he approached.

Azalea was sprayed by Hannibal."Hey!" She laughed and giggled.

He stepped forward. "Azalea?" He asked

Azalea turned around."Hmm?"

He smirked as he stood, half in shadows "hello@

Azalea waved hello, Hannibal being a little impatient nudged her."Wait!" She told him before turning her attention back to Victor."Do you need anything?"

Victor approached her, his mask hiding all facial expression as he kept his hands in his pockets. "So you are te so called bitch empress"

OOC: Lindia is gonna call her a bitch empress, as a jokin nickname in the other topic eventually

Azalea laughed."I am." She nodded before reaching for his mask."Why do you have this on?"

He stepped back "identity. Your one who is known to be violent. I know a cat who has tangled claws with you." He told her "call me question

Azalea tilted her head to one Side."Violent?" Once he mentioned he knew a "cat who has tangled claws" with her, she knew who he was talking about and began laughing."We've fought but I am not violent. I only practice my fighting and use it for defense."

"You are violent. Chinese, your violent against any who insult your family or culture. You may not seem violent, but you are. Your also faithful to the dead traditions"

"Hmm..." She thought about what he said."I am defensive. But I guess I could fall in the violent category. Now, why are you here?"

"To ask you questions. Questions of anything that must be answered"

"Okay..."Azalea gave him a strange look.

He stepped closer and stroked the elephant lightly before looking at her. "Why are you so self centered? Why are you here? Why are you so alienated within your own? You are not like I, yet you are like I. One of a kind, yet not."

"I am self centered because there is no one else to care for. I am here because I follow orders. I don't trust no one." She answered them in a strict order before she went back to washing the elephant.

"So you are an emotionless brat. You fail to even try to trust anyone. You fail to make friends. Even the cat does not trust you, but at least she calls you a friend. You are a cold spirit, ad such coldness slows this camp." He turned to leave and tossed a small card over his shoulder like a business card "you are not worth the time, you are just...not worth it unless I can see something better in such an attractive body which you waste"

Azalea scowled and as he began to walk out, she threw the broom she used to scrub Hannibal at the guy.

The question smirked.

Later that day he followed her again, as victor. He had his features shown and his face was softer as he chased after her "hey! Azalea!"

Azalea was in a cute dress as she was walking."Hey!"

"My name is victor Cranston, I haven't met you before but I must say, I've seen your fighting and it is amazing! Would you mind if perhaps I could tag along with you and maybe get an interview for the new Rome inquirer newspaper?" He asked with a grin, messing with his blonde hair a little as his other hand held his pen and paper

Azalea shrugged."Uh, sure. I never knew new Rome had a newspaper?"

Victor chuckled "we are working on it, still trying to get it out into the public" he explained and stepped in time with her, walking along her side as they went through the camp. "So, is there a man in your life? Boyfriend, brother, father, crush...someone of note perhaps? Or maybe you have a sister in arms or just plain sister? I would love to know about you" he told her as he noted some thing in his pad of paper while they walked. He appeared unarmed, but he wasn't. He had been trained in china to meditate and to concentrate on some eastern philosophies. So, on a whim he switched to Chinese and spoke again "so, what are such answers to questions?"