An Observer From Beijing - Xu
[elite vs demon fight goes here]
The Third Class Demon roared and Xu roared right back, spittle punctuating her defiance as she raised her sword.
Light thin as a pencil lanced through the dark, punching a small, precise hole through the demon's head. The sickly copper lamplight of its eyes went out and its body turned suddenly to stone before it began to evaporate into stardust from the head down, like bright snow falling into the sky.
Xu felt exhaustion claim her and she fell to her knees, gasping. Her sword clattered to the ground before vanishing into the concrete.
Who? How?
"Xu Xiao Jie?" a voice she never thought she'd hear again asked, answering her questions. The accent, like usual, was atrocious. Light illuminated her, growing brighter, humming like something something out of a science-fiction movie. "I am happy I saw you. That was dangerous. Where is Yang Xiao Jie?"
Xu closed her eyes, opened them, then stood painfully to her feet.
She turned around.
Kesi was as resplendent as she remembered, clothed and cloaked in soft white light that had been trimmed with gold, the insignia of a golden eye on her chest. Her dark skin and kinky hair were obviously foreign, but if anyone deserved to live here by dint of merit and service, it was her.
Speaking to Beijing's angel of light would have been an honor, once, and the fact she remembered her name worthy of celebration; but as all honor had already been lost, and there were none left to celebrate, Xu could not find it in her to feel too awful about her silence and egregious lack of manners.
Red Silk had broken the fragile truce when they butchered the Riverside Little Sisters and then tried to pin the blame on the Red Lion Dancers, and then war had begun once more, like it always did. Standing in the aftermath of such incredible shortsighted, unforgivable stupidity, Xu felt nothing but the same coldness that had gripped her for the past half year as she had systematically eliminated the more problematic elements of Beijing.
From the beginning, it had been a lost cause, and her friends had paid the price. The next words out of her lips were an admission of weakness, of guilt, of shame.
"I am the last leaf of the Golden Tree, Ke Xi Da Jie."
"Oh, I'm - I'm so sorry, Xu." Kesi's English was better than her Chinese, but almost equally incomprehensible, accent thick and strange, half-British, half-something else. Her sympathy, however, was genuine, unmistakable. The hug which followed was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Xu froze, muscles rigid, then melted, hugging back.
"I am sorry as well," she replied, eyes unaccountably wet. "I... I could not protect them. I am sorry Ke Xi, it never stops, we do not..." she couldn't remember the English, switched back to Chinese, "we do not deserve your help, we keep being so stupid-"
"Hey, hey, stop. Shush. Shuuush. This is not your fault. It's the Law of Cycles. And I think I might have found a solution to that!" Kesi was rubbing her back in slow circles, like one would do for a flu victim. "There's a group in Japan who thinks they have figured out how everyone can be happy. It's complicated, it's difficult, but Kyuubey says it's on the level. I - I need someone to go there and check. I need someone to make sure it's safe."
[insert more conversation here]