Blood Handy

Focusedheart

Focusedheart

Through all, smile. Through the worst, smirk.
In the center of a large city, there was always places to go at all hours of the night. During the day the streets were busy with those rushing for work and those lingering about but as the sun set, things shifted to a more lively environment that resulted in the pleasures of the mind being satisfied.

For one human female though, that wasn't the case. It didn't matter if it was day or night. If there was work, then she was working. Her name was Cindy Dargan. She grew up in this crazy city and didn't mind the place so much. It was full of work.

What she did for work couldn't be limited to one category or one subject. If it needed to be fixed ,repaired, or replaced, she did it. Plumbing, water lines, electrical, and etc. She grew up watching and learning from her father who was a well known handyman for the city. When he passed, his four friends who ran the business took her in and showed her even more. She enjoyed the work. It made her feel close to her father.

Her long brown hair was pulled back into a braid and she wa s currently beneath the ice sink of a local popular bar that opened in just a half hour. Their lines had frozen up solid after not being defrosted for so long, causing one to bust open.

Her jeans were covered in dirty from her previous job and her black t-shirt wet from the leaking water. The bar manager stood off to the side fidgeting ever more as the time ticked closer to the opening time.

Cindy ignored him as she focused on the task at hand. She had already removed the busted pipe and was in the current process of putting in the replacement and locking it down with two slip joints or as she called them sharkbites. Her build was small which helped make it easier for her to get into tight places like this.

On her left wrist was a dragon tattoo and on her right wrist was a phoenix. When put side by side the words at their bottom spelled out "As the dragon roars, shattering the past, the phoenix shall rise from the ashes." But currently her right arm had a full bandage on it from her previous job covering the tattoo up. Beneath the bandage was a large gash she got from a piece of sheet metal when installing electrical boxes earlier that day for a new building. It had bled a little through the bandage in her struggle to get the pipe fixed so the ice box could be turned back on.

Once she got everything locked into place she pulled the lever to turn the box back on. It took a moment but soon she heard the clear sound of it running again. She sits up and collects her tools, satisfied the pipe wasn't leaking.

After a few minutes she tests the temperature and saw that it was going down. She nods to the bar manager. "You're all set but give it another half hour before you put ice in it. " she slings her bag onto her shoulder as she stands up.

Mike, the bar manager nods as he stepped to her, shaking her hand. "Thank you for coming out so quickly. No one else would come." He was a big burly of a man but he also was the bouncer for the bar before he was manager.

The waitress had opened the door up and started to allow guest to come in.

Mike nods. "Let me buy you a drink as a thank you and while you drink it I'll get that check for you."

Cindy hesitated. Usually she always turned down such offers but tonight was the anniversary of her father's passing. It had been almost 12 years. It still stung though. She nods to Mike. "One for my old man."
 
“YOU IDIOTS!” The demon Lord released a huge scream of anger. “How many times must I tell you to NEVER, EVER, invite strangers into my castle?! Have you no intelligence at all? Haven’t you got ANY stored in those disgusting heads of yours?” The demonic creatures quivered in fear at his tone. “That thing is inside now, stealing Goddess knows what! Find it! Find it and kill it right now!” Without further instructions, the creatures scampered off in fear of losing their lives.
This was the third time he had given them the same instructions and they still disobeyed? Those useless, insolent creatures! The demon lord huffed in irritation. How could his minions be so stupid? He teleported to the bathroom, deciding to try and relieve his stress with a hot bath. He brushed aside the long half of his hair that covered the left side of his pale face. He took a moment to admire the black diamond mark under his left eye in the mirror and the way his eyes were purple underneath, as if natural makeup applied. He turned his head in almost every direction, admiring himself easily as he slowly turned himself around. With one snap of his fingers, the white one piece outfit vanished. As the tub filled, he tested the temperature with a toe. It was perfect. A well held back sigh was finally released as he sank down and removed his blue diamond earring from his pointy ear. Carefully, he set it on a shelf next to him and then splashed warm water over his face. He rubbed well, his shoulders, legs, arms and more. He found himself still a bit irritated. Knowing he had to take his mind off things, he decided to focus on the pattern of his outfit that he loved so much.
There were no long sleeves and the material was thin, but strong. Only one shoulder strap rested on the left side, thin but not a spaghetti strap. As you looked lower, you would see it fits his thin body perfectly. A diamond hole exposed a large part of his pale chest and a half of a diamond shaped hole shows his abs perfectly. Below, his waist had a large and slightly thick yellow cloth wrapped around it. A flat golden diamond rested against the right side as a border of a large, bulging out red diamond. If you were to lower your gaze more, the material of the white outfit covered the rest of him like a onzee, except for the seven diamond holes that trailed down each leg in a beautiful design similar to the four holes that decorated the arms of his long gloves which extended all the way to his elbows.
He sighed again, completely relaxed now and soaking up the hot water happily. His minions, however, were having a rough time mending their mistakes. Known more by the outsiders as Bokoblins, the hideous creatures raised their scrawny red arms in the air, above their rather large, droopy ears with golden loop earrings and fat heads with only small patches of white hair peeking out of their small horned hats. Their brown vest and leather skirts didn’t give much warmth, nor did their cheetah print underwear create a nice view. At least their leather shoes matched. Still, despite the small skull head belt and all their loyalty, they knew the master despised their sights no matter what. But they valued their lives, so they did as they were told, most of the time. They let out an ugly screech as they swung their blades down at their target. The target however, was not going to give in so easily. It was an odd looking creature as well. Cloths covered it from head to toe and it’s hands were only visible when it threw things. They were large and hairy. It was fast though, faster than it looked it should be, and strong. The bokoblins were sent flying across the room. It headed straight for the potion room, walking over the bokoblins, literally. It was a bloody and gory display when not every bokoblins stomach could support the weight. Splat!
Meanwhile, the Demon Lord was growing curious over his minions actions. Was it right to let them deal with it themselves? Are they capable? His impatience and stress returned. The bath didn’t feel so good anymore, what a shame since he had only been in about 15 minutes. Despite trying to settle down again, he decided to get out and dry off. With a simple snap his clothes were teleported back on his body perfectly. Ugh, he had forgotten to wash it, oh well. If his minions failed him they would need washed again soon enough.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!” he roared in anger at the cowering bokoblins. The potion room had been trashed and shattered if not stolen, which many potions were. “W-We’re sorry!” the bokoblins screeched and scattered away from him in fear of what was about to happen. Sure enough, his sword was summoned and then gripped tightly. They ran, seeing him raise it in the air, but could not dodge his strikes and stabs. Blood filled the floor in a massive puddle and nearly each one of his minions (in that room at least) were slain until the blood -thirst was quenched. So much for that bath.

He growled, having to retake a bath wasn't too relaxing, just annoying. Afterwards he decided he should go out. Perhaps a drink would calm his nerves. He made his way to a new bar. He wanted something new. Someplace he's never been before. This place seemed far enough away. Curiously, he looked around, golden armband shining in the artificial light before he took his seat next to Cindy. He wouldn't usually try to make friends with others, but he decided to give it a shot. "Hello." he greeted her, holding out his hand.
 
This had to be the night nothing good was around. Out of 365 nights to hunt, this was the one where nothing struck his interest. Fantastic... It wouldn't be different from any other night if Red wasn't currently starving. He wasn't in any immediate danger yet, if that were the case he wouldn't be physically able to get out of bed, but the hunger pangs that hit him so hard only reminded him that he had to find and consume a target sometime very soon. Just one would help hold him over, it was all he needed.

Eventually the demon passed by a bar that wasn't quite open yet, or maybe it had just opened since he saw a couple of people inside. At first he felt the same as with every eatery he had passed, then he did a double take at those people. One of them looked most interesting, while the other... something about the two of them. Something struck him about those two, he had to get closer to them.

Despite his human appearance making him look under drinking age, he entered and mostly just stayed by the door, waiting for the bartender's judgement on whether he could stay or not. While he waited for the man's reaction, he watched the two that interested him so much. He didn't trust the male, something was off about him, but the woman.. there was something special, something he couldn't quite place. But all he needed to know was that she might just make the perfect target for him. That is, as long as his 'sympathy' didn't get in the way again.
 
Cindy had been given her favorite drink. Cold whisky. She savored it as she took the first sip. "For you old man." She murmurs before taking another sip. The manager soon appears with the check he owed her for the job she had just completed.

"Wish some days you would pick something else to do for a living Cindy." He had motioned to her bandaged arm.

She arches a brow at him before shaking her head. "Then who would do these late calls for you?"

He chuckled and nods. "You have me there. Stay as long as you like. Your drinks are on me." With that he disappeared back into his office and she slips the check into her pocket.

Taking another sip, she sat there quietly listening to those around her. It was at this time a male had sat beside her. She heads him speak to her and it was then she realized that it was useless to pretend to be mad at the world. It wasn't anyone's fault her old man was gone.

She looks to the stranger and that was when she realized he was anything but human. It had taken some getting used to in this town. Everything was much more out in the open at night. Those creatures that went bump in the night weren't just stories.

Finally Cindy nods her head in acknowledgment. "Hey." She says in return, smiling softly.

The bartender had glanced at the door upon hearing it open. He gave a slight nod to the young demon that came in. The bartender was anything but normal himself. A changer as some called them. One who could shift forms. Strong senses and extremely strong.
 
"You may address me as Ghirahim." He spoke with a friendly smile, so perfect it could almost be practiced daily.
"So what kind of slop do you serve in this crowded place?"

He rested his elbow on the counter and his cheek on his fist as he looked her in the eyes and crossed his legs.
He paid no attention to anyone else around, giving her all his attention.
"Any favorites come to your mind?"
 
The demon gave a quick nod back to the bartender as he entered the place, weaving through tables but always keeping an eye on the two of his interest. He didn't plan to interact with them until the time felt right, but he didn't know when that time would come. Now that he thought about it, most of these plans to obtain energy consisted of repetition and luck. But he wasn't going to let that bother him.

Finally, he found an empty table near the two and sat down, holding his hands to be able to hide his eyes whenever he snuck a glance at them. The girl had already gotten something for herself, but with the male around it'd be harder to get to her. Another hunger pang hit him just as he was thinking about it, but he didn't let it show.
 
His name seemed fitting to his appearance she thought. She takes another sip from her own drink before the bartender came by and gave her a fresh one.

She arches a brow at the protective look the bartender gave before he walked away. The man never liked her being in there at night.

Letting the thought slip away she focused back on the stranger beside her. "Depends on what you are in the mood for. The whisky is always good." She says with a shrug.
 
"Hmm. . .In truth, I've never drank any. I prefer wine, but I suppose it's worth a try."


He glanced at the bartender, then summoned up a leather bag with a snap of his fingers and held it out.


"This should cover whatever you serve in this pig pen. Now I'd like a glass of whiskey please."


The bag was heavy, full of sparkling rupees and other valuable jewels.
 
The demon continued to watch the two, trying to keep it subtle and waiting for a chance to strike. He didn't plan on ordering anything, he didn't really need to. Though he felt his sympathy trying to take him over, convince not to do this. But he knew if he didn't get the energy he needed now, he might never have his chance again.

He noticed how the male had made a bag appear out of thin air for his payment, which easily gave away that he couldn't be targeted. Red knew there was something strange about that guy, and now it was clear. So the girl was the only hope he had of getting any sustenance tonight.
 
The bartender accepted the bag with a nod and returned with a clean glass and some whisky. He set it before the male before stepping away to other customers.

Cindy took another sip from her own drink. She glanced to her bloody bandage. She would need to deal with the wound when she got home. For now though she would continue to savor the drink.

She missed her father greatly. 12 years ago this day he had died. No reason for it, no sense to it. Just died, found in the city park of all places.

Cindy glances around the room a second as she felt eyes resting on her. It was an itchy feeling. She saw the young one not far off that had been looking at her. She pushed it from her mind though and looked back at the male beside her to see his reaction to the whisky.
 
Gently, he picked up the glass and looked down at the golden looking liquid after pouring himself some. It didn't look to bad.

Smiling, he put it up to his lips and then sipped at it.

Caught off guard by the sudden sting, he quickly turned away and coughed into his arm. He's never tasted anything like that before! "Goddess, what the hell? It tastes rather awful!" He wrinkled his nose at the drink in disgust. "How can humans drink this slop?" He set it down and pushed it away.

He frowned, sticking his tongue out and trying to take his mind off the burning, gross aftertaste. This is when he takes notice of her injury. "Have you gotten into a fight?" he asked, pointy ear lifting up a bit curiously.
 
He slapped a hand over his mouth as he watched the male's reaction to the drink, a soft chuckle escaping him. Alcohol isn't for everyone, he supposed. He was smiling now as he watched them, his curiosity starting to take over. Besides, it was getting boring just sitting here trying to cover up the fact that he was practically staring at them.

He didn't see the wound from where he was sitting, and even if he had it might not change anything in his mind. He was set on getting what he needed from her, even if he'd have to start changing his tactic around just a little to achieve it.
 
(Just want to say sorry to you guys for the reallyyyyyyyyyy slow response! I didn't have wifi here at home for a while and it's just now getting turned back on! I'll do my best to reply quickly now!)
 
(Its okay.)

Cindy smiles a bit as she watched his first taste of whisky. She nods a bit as she finished her glass and the bartender sent another one before her.

"Its not for everyone. " She shrugs a little.

Then glances to her arm as he asked about her wound. Being injured was not for an annoyance than anything but it was the risks of the job. She smiles though at his question and it's wording. "No, not a fight. I was installing electrical boxes in a metal building. Got to close to the sheet metal. It cuts like a blade." She shrugs a bit.
 
"Electrical boxes?" He frowned, confused, but decided not to annoy her with questions. "Would you like something to help heal that up? I have medicines you know. It'd be better than spending your money on some place like this. I won't even charge you."

He held out his right hand and snapped, summoning a clear bottle with a red liquid in it. A cork sealed the top shut. "It's cherry flavored. I'm not too fond of it, but you might be."
 
Red was starting to become really unimpressed with this male. Was he really all that he appeared to be, or was he just full of himself? No, no, that sounded mean, even if the demon hadn't said it out loud. ...And there was that sympathy taking over again, for another supernatural for crying out loud. Then again, it's not like the male would be any use to him...

As his thoughts wandered, the demon crossed his arms and started leaning back in his chair. As the thoughts went on and on, he kept leaning back farther and farther until he finally fell on his back and the chair clattered onto the ground. He felt eyes on him, a lot of them, and now he wished one of his abilities was going invisible. He just took a deep breath and got the chair up and sat back down, burying his face into his hands and waiting for the feeling of eyes to fade away.
 
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Cindy looked to the male as he offered the healing. Before she could give an answer though the one that had been staring fell.

She turned in her own chair to look and make sure he was alright. When he got back up and only seemed embarrassed she figured he hadnt hurt himself.

"I appreciate your offer but I heal quickly. I will be alright." She motions to the bartender to get the young one who fell a drink. It was clear he needed something. She wasn't very certain of what yet.
 
Ghirahim glanced back at the other and released a laugh at the sight. "Are people here always this clumsy?" He grinned. "Buying him a drink? If he's fallen hasn't he had enough? Perhaps advice to head home would be better."

Leaning on his elbow, he looked down at them with a confident smile. "Humans really can be interesting. . .Their choices can be quite funny."

He made the drink disappear as easily as he first summoned it.
 
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