Priestly just barely caught the cake stand as it fell. Unfortunately, he didn’t catch the top and the few cupcakes that were still in it. He had invested in plastic for exactly that reason, but the cupcakes wound up all over the front of his kilt. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then looked up at the woman. “I don’t know you,” he snapped, then took another breath. He let the calm in, anger out.
"Sorry for snapping," he said and picked everything back up. He piled the cupcakes in the lid and headed for the sink, tossing the cupcakes into the garbage and setting the lid in the sink. He’d wash it later when he washed everything else. He grabbed the rag and wiped his kilt off, grumbling a little. He didn’t like getting mad at people.
The woman blinked as the cupcakes fell, only able to save one before the rest fell on the strangers… kilt?
She winced, “Sorry.” She said, blinking when the dean-look-a-like snapped at her before apologizing.
"Its uh, its alright.. I can pay for those." She said, setting the saved cupcake on the counter and smiling sweetly. "Saved one." She said, sucking a thumb into her mouth that had frosting on it. "Delicious." She grinned, trying to get the guy to smile.
"I’m Ro." She said, biting her lip and setting the cupcake on the counter. "And I was actually wondering if you had any jobs open…?" She trailed. Look at her, once she was a killing machine. Trained by none other than the king of hell himself. Now she was blushing and giving an innocent smile to try to impress a dude in a skirt. What a turn around.
"Oh, by all means, you’re the one whose been outta the loop for a while," he waved his hand dismissively. There was no need to look around, he could smell them, the maid and butler were huddled together somewhere in the back yard near the shed. His client was off towards Ro’s direction, so really there was nothing for him to do but wait. He didn’t need to feel the victim’s thoughts to know where he was hiding, what he was going to do, none of it was his problem. As she descended into the thicket he stretched his arms. "Whistle when you’re done, so Thing can do his job, if you please."
Ro was gone by the time he said his last sentence. It didn’t matter that her job seemed like that of a dogs, hell, she wanted to be treated like that.
So long as she got to rip someones throat out.
Her feet were quick as she bounded between trees, letting her instincts guide her to her victim. He was panting, heart pounding as his sweat and fear made a strong trail that lead her through the woods. This was too easy, and she was only half of her former self.
One moment she was running, wind in her hair and nothing but a scent trail and woods filling her senses.
Then she was smirking as she caught site of the man, leaning against the tree, trying to catch his breath. She knew she too would probably be out of breath by the time she was done, but right now her blood sung with adrenaline and her body felt more powerful than ever.
She reached down to unsheathe the sword Mason gave her, and with the flick of the wrist the blade was sailing through the air and catching the humans hand, slicing through and pinning him to the tree he’d been trying to run away from.
He let out a loud toes curling scream, unsure what to do as he clawed at the handle that held him in place, the blade sunken in behind his knuckles, there was no going anywhere. Still, he tried. That’s what she loved about humans, they always tried.
In a second she was pressing him against the tree, hands wrapped around his thick neck as she gave a wicked grin. “You ran fast, but not fast enough.” Her voice was deep, much different than how it usually sounded. Steadier.
"P-please, I’ll give you anything. Anything. Just let me go."
Tears ran down the males face and mixed in with his sweat. Really, anyone else that hadn’t done this a thousand times would be repulsed, but it didn’t faze Ro.
"Mm, isn’t that what got you into all of this in the first place, my dear? Money? Fame?" She smiled, and his eyes widened, the look of lost hope crossing over his features making something coil tight in her stomach. But not in a bad way.
"That’s what I thought." She laughed, and just like that, she gripped hard and ripped. The flesh giving way under her hands like wet paper and blood sprayed onto her face, hair, and clothes. Painting her grin in the color that she had been born into. Blood. Pain. Torture.
The human gargled as he still fought for breath, sliding to the ground as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull, and after just a few moments, he lay still.
Ro panted heavily above him, smile still in place as she grabbed the handle of her sword and tugged hard, pulling it out of the wood of the tree and the mans hand. Wiping his blood onto her jeans as she chuckled. Like the blood had told her a funny joke.
She whistled as she walked back, taking her time as she held the sword over her shoulder, strolling through the woods like a cat with a fat stomach after just catching and eating its meal.
She returned to Mason with a satisfied grin and a sheathed sword that she handed back to him. “Damn does it feel good to do this again.” She said, pointing to the sword. “Thanks for that, by the way.”