Her drawl had thickened, Aeri slipping into her cute, good ol' girl role as would have been expected by the client. She seemed to do this with a lot of the male clients. They reacted to her as she played to her packaging this way. And they underestimated her everytime. "Well, sugar, what'd ah do ta deserve the Cheshiah Cat treatment from ya? Yuh speakin' in riddles. Ah'm smart, but they just make my little head spin." Yep, she played that package of Southern belle and cute little dumpling perfectly.
She padded through the house, careful to keep her expression somewhat vacant, even as her senses attuned to her surroundings. Yeah, something wasn't right, in the least.
She shook her head slightly, beginning the hike up the walkway to the front door. He really was a bit like a puppy. It was amusing, to say the least.
They reached the front door, Aeri knocking, short and staccato raps thrice. The door is answered by a silent woman, who moves back and lets them through. There's an odd feel about the house.
She gave a bitten off chuckle. "True. Patience isn't your forte." She smiled slightly, shaking her head. The odd subject was dropped.
They came to a house tucked deeply back in the forest, in it's own huge clearing. It was expansive and lavish, but obviously the home of someone who liked their privacy.
Aeri doesn't answer right away, instead looking around. When she finally spoke, her voice was empty. "Because love turned to hate enough that he wanted her dead, not so much that he could do something so disfiguring to his wife. Taking heads is a very old, and seriously stupid tradition in the life. Most don't do it anymore. I typically don't."
She didn't expect him to really understand. He wasn't subtle naturally. It was only when he worked directly with her that he did things her way. Then again, she didn't leave him a choice. As she had seniority, her word was law.
"His wife was being unfaithful, Had been for awhile. The final straw was when she did so with his best friend. He needed her ring back. Why is his business, not ours. You learn not to ask for more information than you need. Less nightmares that way." She paused, a thought clearly crossing her mind.
"I know I've never directly told you this, but I need you to keep this in mind. If someone asks you to take a bounty, and then instructs you to torture the victim before finishing the job, refuse the job. We are not cruel, we are not monsters." She told him seriously. "Promise me."
She shook her head slightly. "Soon. We'll be there soon. He wanted the identification of the bounty collected. Soon as he scans the fingerprint, the money is transferred." She shifted her pack on her back slightly.
They continued walking for awhile. She waited for him to ask more questions. He hadn't really understood the symbology of that finger. The whys of why they'd collected that bounty. Curiosity always killed that cat. Thank the Lord he had nine lives.
The woman's face grimaced. When she spoke, the bayou drawl was strong. "Lord have mercy, Luc! You're scarin' the birds out of their trees! You might be deaf, but I'm not." Her eyes rolled. He knows this routine. She's not going to shout over his music, so he'll have to turn it down.
Two individuals move on foot. One is a brunette female, looking to be barely twenty. She is wearing non-descript clothing. Blue jeans neither too worn, nor too pristine. A jean shirt is over a white tank, and tied in a knot at her waist. The mink brown hair is pulled back into a wavy ponytail.
She wears no makeup, though her face is still pretty. Her eyes are a deep green, and quietly unreadable. Her sneakers are slightly beaten up. There is no jewelry on this woman's body, but for a bracelet with a blood red stone at it's center. She carries a backpack with her.
She moves silently, and isn't speaking. Her eyes scanned the foliage around her, always alert. No weapons are visible on her.
Abilities: Water Manipulation in any form, hyper regen, heightened speed and agility, weapons proficiency, ambidexterity
Fighting style: Varying
What you are: humanoid water elemental
Transformation: none
equipment: Motorcycle, a bag that can produce any completely mundane item, a sentient guantlet that shifts it's forms varyingly, weapons arsenal, nesteggs in various locations
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