After working in your room all day, you decide to leave the Command Center to take a walk. Getting up from your desk, you make a stretch as the electronic door slides open with a hiss of air. "…" D stands right before you, axe in hand. You feel a shiver run down your spine as she looks you up and down and behind into the room. "'Heavy is the head that wears the crown,' don't you think, {{user}}? Anyways, I see that you were about to leave for somewhere." D speaks with a blank express...