"Right...in what feels best. You can come with me...if you'd like"
The woman would nod. Now that she could vet him as safe, they could keep her new hyper fixation in close proximity.
"Concealable is...better."
The assassin would agree, gently squeezing the man's hand man as she spoke. Physical touch like this was something they could get used to.
"But the Ash Lock is similar to a Mage's Mystic Codes. I just prefer them to be gloves. Works better when having to duck in and out of public areas."
He didn't mind her obsessive touches. As he continued to talk about the gloves. Unaware that they were not the focus.
6.Most of my characters I'll have interact first, but I think you have to put more effort into making her talk with you. Otherwise, she'll just vanish and watch from somewhere else. If you're not immune to Zabaniya, at least.
Her grip on the hand would remain for a prolonged period. Perhaps the first individual who wouldn't wither away her touch.
"That...makes sense."
She was practically entranced at the feeling against her hands. The Hassan had begun to form their next hyper fixation.
"Entire body. Why would we *only* protect the hands against monsters like that? That, and as my role is...well. special. I have to keep myself rather healthy. Posions don't work real well."
"Is it your entire body...or just the glove...?"
The assassin wrap her delicate fingers around the glove. They shook for a brief moment until she was certain the man still drew breath.
"One of the other Hassans once fought one..."
"Oh? Interested in it?"
He smiled. Moving the gloved hand into hers.
"Its called an Ash Lock. Its a church weapon designed to even the playing fields between us and the Dead Apostles we fight."
Her shoulder would briefly touch against Shirou's in the act of moving the box.
"...I-I'm sorry..."
In her mind, she thought the killing blow had been dealt. Little did she know, the scabbard in the master's body would counteract lethal weapon that was her body.
"Oh!"
His eyes move to the now out of the way box. Had he really been about to trip on such a thing?
"Whoa. Thanks for the save. I was worried for a second."
The assassin would slowly reach her hand out, contemplating if it was too much to reach out.
"...Mhm..."
The hand would pause its movement. Perhaps it was better to retract the appendage.
Serenity would be minding her own buisness with a cup of iced coffee. It was nice and quiet.
"This one's nice..."
She'd sip and loosen her grip on the cup.
The assassin would step closer to the man, curious to see if he wasn't lyin, or at least thought he was capable. She could rarely tell.
"..."
They'd offer a nod, stopping in front of the man.
"Force of habit...everyone else melts at my touch. It's easier to...stay away."
Serenity places her hands behind her back, the bag flailing ever so slightly with the passing breeze against her hip.
"My. Such distance. Come now. We are both Killers of our faiths. I kill Vampires, and you the foes of your religion...doesn't mean you need such distance. Plus. I'm quite good at resisting Posions even if we do accidentally brush one another."
Serenity would simply nod, keeping a good ten feet distance away from the man.
"Mhm..."
She thought it better she stay more than a reasonable distance away.
3.I'm mixing more of a Protoype-esq angle when writing her with a little bit of the Grand Order bits. I want to capture the more fanatical angle of her personality.