#upsilon zaveri

[agent-upsilon21]

Returning Home

The rumbling of an engine echoed far and wide as Upsilon Zaveri raced through the backroads. A black leather vest showed off the tattoos which adorned her body, collected from everywhere she went and incorporated her many scars into the design. Pietro, her beloved pet tiger sat in his basket in front of the handlebars of her motorcycle.

Many months on the road, exploring the country, rediscovering her history, and tying up some loose ends, it all led back to her home. Her birthday even passed while she was gone, and it was something she celebrated alone for once. It was nice. While she was away, she hired an old friend to watch it for her, but he unfortunately had to leave the day she returned.

Which was understandable, he ran a mob afterall.

As she pulled into the driveway, she smiled. A sense of comfort and familiarity came over her, she truly missed her home. Parking the bike, she removed her helmet. Her hair was quite long, a new color combination of emerald green and purple, and sporting a well designed undercut with her sideshave.

“We’re home, buddy,” she whispered to Pietro.

[agent-upsilon21]

Salon got arsoned.

Upsilon paled. She was already a pretty pale person, but somehow she got even more pale after that statement. It was such a rapid change that Pietro noticed and walked over to try and get her attention, trying to be cute to help her calm down. After a few seconds, she picked up Pietro and gently pet him while processing.

“Well, never a boring time here,” she chuckled slightly and then cleared her throat, “what happened exactly, who did it, and has anyone been hurt?”

Pietro made a somewhat upset sound, looking at the Anon. He was not happy how this person made her so wound up so quickly and was prepared to make them leave.

[agent-upsilon21]

Quiet Days

Upsilon had been quiet lately, nothing was wrong but it was quiet. She sat on the roof of the house, comfortably splayed out on a blanket with one arm behind her head. Pietro was curled up on her stomach, sleepily purring softly.

She watched the stars move across the sky, thinking of her own star who she had visited a few times at their hair salon. She thought of Shy, and Calm, and Heart, she hadn’t seen any of them in person in ages but she knew they were all doing okay. She’d texted them all, and checked in.

She knew Shy was in a performance and had been meaning to go visit her, but never found a time to do so.

She lifted her hand up and traced the constellations, thinking silently about everything that happened over the past year. So much had happened and so much had changed.

She found her quiet peaceful days, she found her family, she found herself. There was a lot of pain and sorrow, but she thought about if none of it happened. If she could take away the entire year.

Upsilon knew she wouldn’t change a single minute, because all of the heartache and pain lead to the peace she earned.

[agent-upsilon21]

((Here’s Upsilon’s new look! After being away for so long I thought she could use an outfit update–some of the clothing design was inspired by the game Love Nikki–and she just got her hair done so I was waiting to post this until after it was done))

[agent-upsilon21]

They don't know who did it, no one was hurt, someone set it on fire.

“Well that’s good, I know what arson means but I appreciate your explanation,” Upsilon sighed heavily and sent another text, but this was to Andy. She texted them and the other Celestials often, but none of them told her about the fire in their salon! “I’ll definitely be visiting them soon.”

Pietro made a soft distressed sound and nuzzled up to to his person, knowing she was getting worried very quickly. He was a service animal for her, he easily recognized when she was upset.

[agent-upsilon21]

His name is Ethen. Seriously, he's kinda insufferable sometimes but in the same way Jake can be.

“So, lovably insufferable, got it.” Upsilon pulled out her phone and started to send a text to the brother in question, letting him know she was finally home and was looking forward to visiting sometime soon, “he’s lovable for sure, but there are days where I want to just, smack him upside the head.”

She chuckled and finished sending him the message, setting down her phone and picking up Pietro again in her arms. The cat—physically he was no longer a kitten despite looking like one—just purred and cuddles up to her.

“Ethen is a pretty nice name, how old is he?”

[agent-upsilon21]

It was Jake and Mark. They adopted someone who's best described as another fuckin Mini Jake.

“Oh god, not another one,” Upsilon chuckled humorlessly, “I love Jake, but god damn we do not need two of them. He’s my brother, and I love him to death, but I sorta feel bad for everyone who has to live with both of them. And I mean that in a loving older sister way,” she explained.

Pietro perked up at the mention of Jake and Mark. Besides being extremely adorable, he was very smart and magical in a way. He remembered who those two were and very much liked both of them.

“What’s the kid’s name?”

[agent-upsilon21]

Good timing. You can help with the salon and you can meet your new nephew!

Upsilon paused. She blinked. She turned to look at the Anon. Her expression was a little difficult to describe, but the best way to explain it would be as the physical embodiment of the following phrase:

Excuse me, bitch?

“Okay, a couple questions. First: what happened to the salon? Second: is everyone okay? Third: who adopted a new kid? Fourth: was it Jake and Mark?” She counted out the questions on her fingers, which had no gloves, only tattoos on the skin which looked rather cool.