Late in the night, Azure sat in her bed, scratching down words into a leather journal with a pencil. It was a journal of sorts as she refused to call it a diary, believing calling it a diary is too childish and that journal is more mature. Life is short, why waste it when you could be out there, changing the world? All you needed was a flame inside your chest, one that burned brighter than all the rest. This flame, flickering in some and blazing in others, was called ambition and ambition could lead one to great success or horrible failure. Mountain Glenn was one such example of ambition that led to failure, whereas the advancements in artificial intelligence made by Atlas was another example of ambition, though this one led to success.
This had to have been Atlas's most ambitious project yet, attempting to harness the power of the Grimm for their own, using an innocent girl as a conduit. Azure and her sister, Peach, were polar opposites in such a regard. While Peach spent her time indoors, studying and such, Azure spent hers on the street, running about with gangs and screwing around with boys as a rebellious teenager would. In fact, they were opposites down to their semblance. Peach's was power through peace, whereas Azure's was power through chaos. The more blood that was shed, the more limbs that went flying, the more destruction she could wreak, the stronger she would become, hence why she carried such chaotic weapons, although she was considering a more brutal weapon to nudge her semblance that bit further.
They were passive semblances, to be certain, but powerful ones nonetheless. Unfortunately they didn't work to good in two-person fights and thus Azure had to refine her skills in her own way. And so, seeing them as a convenient target, Azure donned the uniform she wore to fight the Atlesians the day before to battle the White Fang. Trial by fire, she told herself. The best way to learn was to use your hands and get messy and in terms of combat she wasn't wrong. How many skulls had she crushed in her hands during the slaughters she orchestrated against a Faunus revolutionary force? It didn't matter, not at this point. All that mattered was getting Peach back and bringing an end to both the experiments the Atlesians were doing. That didn't mean she was with the White Fang, or with Cinder Fall. No, she was a third party, an army of one. She was the wildcard in a chaotic and orderless world.
Why hadn't Azure brought anyone else on board on the rescue mission? Simple, there was no one she could trust. She did have friends, yes, but she wouldn't trust them with anything beyond getting her a cup of water. The only person she connected to was Peach, but only because that crazy bitch hadn't given up her despite what she did. All the gang activity, all the assaults, all the murders, and her sister still loved her regardless unlike their parents who thought that Azure was just a simple mistake and was to be treated with zero responsibilities out of fear that she'd light the house on fire.
It was interesting to note that the less rambunctious of the sisters was also the oldest, and thus the wisest as well. When Azure needed help, any help at all, she went to Peach, developing a dependency on her sister which existed to this day. The frequent "I love you"s that Peach had always said to Azure when she was down, the hugs and the ruffling of her blue hair was always something that warmed Azure's heart. Perhaps the tireless struggle to get Peach back was for selfish reasons, as while Azure was a homosexual, the only reason she had screwed around with boys was because it was seen as cool, and homosexuality had already been accepted as normal and okay in today's society, she still felt uncomfortable dating other girls and thus Peach came to be the only one Azure could depend on.
"When did I get all philosophical.." Azure mumbled, taking a sip of her water to ease her rampant mind. Setting the glass down gently, she put the leather journal underneath her pillow and jumped out of bed, heading to the laundry room. Bloodstains, heavy ones, were so annoying to get out of clothes though thankfully the black and dark red meshed well so it was no sweat off her shoulders, though the discoloration bothered her to some extent. Letting the clothes run for a few more minutes, she took to her goggles, a black frame with yellow lenses. This was mostly for intimidation purposes. Imagine seeing a girl in a trench coat blow your buddy to bits, his blood smacking against the lens of her goggles, and she gazes up to you and you realize in your mind that you're next. Psychological warfare was a bitch.
'I'll let this all finish up..' She told herself, getting a rag and wiping off the lens, cleaning it of the blood. When all was said and done, she quickly stripped out of her clothes and went into the laundry room, looking into another full-sized mirror. Her body was rather nice, curvy with faint muscles here and there. She was also sort of short, only a good 5'3. Made it easier for dodging bullets she thought and thus she was happy for her short stature. Her face was plain, average, no remarkable features beyond a scar she had going from the tip of her nose to her right ear, the aftermath of a knife fight.
Flipping the mirror, Azure got into her clothes and grabbed her balaclava and goggles, heading out to the black car she'd used the day before. More blood was to be spilled today, and it would be all by her hands.