Mason would not interrupt her evening festivities. She wanted this – no no, she needed this. He was willing to give it to her, but for a reason unknown to him. He had no clue why he felt obligated to help just about every woman he met, save for the licentious impulse that came from feeling culpable for actions out of his control so long ago. He felt such obligation to make it up to an entire gender for something Carl Deidrich had done.
As she returned, the crossroads demon smelled her before her saw her, and he knew the deed was done. Before she reached him he whistled for Thing, signaling for his beast to go and fetch the soul, to do its job and drag the wickedness back to the pit of Perdition for punishment.
“Well, don’t you look fresh,” he teased once his hellhound was out of sight. He took back his blade and pulled it from the sheath, looking it over and giving it a once over on his own jeans to remove any access blood. Completely improper to put away a sword still sullied. “You should join me on a few more hunts, I wouldn’t mind a little sidekick, if you were willing to cast aside hiding what you are.”
Her grin was devilish as he took back the weapon, watching him wipe it off as her lungs dragged to cool down her body and steady her heart rate.
Alright, you’ve had your fun murdering people, let’s go now-
“You should join me on a few more hunts.” His voice cut off Alice’s inside of Ro’s head, and she could hear the small whimper the former owner of her body gave as she skippered off to a dark corner of Ro’s mind. She feared Mason where Ro fed off of the pure energy he gave off.
She bit her lip, adrenaline still singing through her veins as she remembered the pure power she get after a kill. It was something that, despite hunting making her feel like she was helping, there was nothing like hunting humans.
“Deal. But I can’t promise my powers will be fully available to me. Being trapped in this body weakened me fairly well.” She pushed her fingers into her back pockets, leaving out the part that she hadn’t used them for a good part of 3 years.
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.