Yet another productive day, Jade thought to herself as she leaned back in her cushy office chair in her office. She closed her eyes, and the ever-present worlds swirled behind her eyelids. Some moved so quickly they dizzied her when she stared too long. Some rotated so slowly she was never quite sure if they were alive. The stars, the asteroids, meteors, debris of each world—technically plane—moved among the others like insects trapped in an invisible web, and she was the spider. It was still intoxicating to her, even after she'd been given this gift years ago by the previous incarnation of the multiverse. She absently wrote a few coordinates and notes as she spotted a few worlds in need, and then opened her eyes again and looked over those notes. Phil would be suited to that issue, paired with Caen and Kael to obliterate a werewolf pack that was regularly attacking towns to kidnap, rape, and eat the elven denizens. Taking someone to use as bait for them would also be useful, and paused thoughtfully for a few moments before she wrote a few names with question marks beside them: Bim, Kira, and Cath. Any of them would make good bait that could protect themselves. Rare and Brock would do well with making peace between elves and humans with their unique dynamic. The goblin problem... She had a feeling a peaceful solution could be found, so assigned Seela and Rocky. Even if things couldn't be settled, the pair was adept at fighting, and uniquely covered each others' weaknesses. Next, some dryads were taking to murdering children for fertilizer. Kira would be ideal, if not sent with Phil. If that wasn't an option, Artemis and Tybalt. The old bard needed some exercise. That task finished, she leaned her head back against the chair, exhausted. She didn't get any sleep last night, and likely wouldn't tonight either unless she went to her twin for help or exhausted herself. She could close her eyes and doze at will, but it was rarely restful. Absently, the young demigoddess tightened her grip on her pen as the thought of sleep began to irritate her. The small blonde placed her pen down suddenly and stood. She turned to look at her adviser nearby. "Father Ortega, I'm going to blow off some steam. Could you please assign some Hunters to these? I left notes on who might be well-suited." Her smile was sweet, but the rest of her face was tired as she began to head toward the door, her movements those of someone accustomed to being much smaller—as she had been, until about eight years ago, when she, on apparent whim, took on her human-seeming form and did not change back. On being asked, she remarked that she wished to be seen as a being more reachable than a cold doll, and she also began to endeavor to feel emotions in the same manner as others around her. She was often up late, watching television or playing games, or even watching the Hunters to try to understand them.