The Ghost In The Hunt (Charlotte + Sanguine)

Charlotte had grown awfully tired of doing things herself lately. So tired that she hired the maid again! The maid which she forgot the name of. No matter how hard Charlotte tried to remember it she just couldn't seem to wrap her head around it. The help had never been a big concern fo hers, maybe she should name her? Perhaps if she gave her the name she might remember it! "Well I think I've decided to give you a new name." Charlotte said, not really caring about what her response might be. She took a finger to her lip and thought for just a few seconds before pointing her finger at the maid and declaring her new name. "I think I'll call you... useless. It's perfect, it really speaks numbers about your capabilities." Charlotte said with a giggle. Now that was a name she would not forget. It was just too fitting.  This time Charlotte had hired her yet again to come along on a job and this one was considerably more dangerous.

She really hoped that 'useless' was prepared to do all the work. Maybe then she could earn a different name, or maybe some respect in Charlotte's eyes. Last time she wasn't that impressed. She couldn't even carry her all the way!? What good is a maid if they don't do your bidding! Or if they are some crazy acid skin weirdo. Yuck. Who on earth would dedicate themselves to that magic? Acid? Blood? It seemed to Charlotte like she was just the opposite of a maid but nonetheless she got the job done. "This time you aren't using acid and you are going to carry me. Do you understand that?" Charlotte's tone was very condescending, she treated the maid as if she was a child. It was made very clear she was talking down to her. After all, what is Charlotte if not superior?

Aside from that, Charlotte needed to get down to business. She couldn't afford to play around and this delightful conversation had already wasted a lot of their time. Even though that was partially her fault, she wouldn't take the blame. "Less talking, more working. You know what you need to do! The spirit cages." Charlotte didn't truly understand all that the job entailed, she just accepted it because of the reward. After all, that was the most important part! Especially if she wasn't the one really doing it though she would reap the benefits from it! That was always how it worked with Charlotte. She only really did things when it benefited her and even then she'd have someone else do it for her. Being rich and privileged taught her that there is always someone desperate enough to do anything for you, so long as you have the money to force their hand.

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"The help doesn't get common courtesy, I'm not sure if you're aware but the contract clearly states so and you better abide. It's binding, you know?" Charlotte scoffed. The nerve of this maid. Always trying to talk back and defend herself, who did she think she was? Well, Charlotte could tell her exactly who she was. No one. Her importance on this earth was nothing and she needed a lesson in appreciating what you're given! But that would have to come later. She couldn't afford to be sidetracked when she needed the money from this job. "No, you can't leave. Stupid maid. Respect is earned unless you are in my shoes, then it is just given." It was true, a lot of people only tolerated Charlotte because of her name. The Aldridge family had great influence and power in Fiore, so much so that a lot of people knew who Charlotte was even when she didn't know them. They had to give her respect in fear of facing her families wraith. While they weren't powerful with magic by any means, they had connections and so much jewel that it could make even the richest nations look poor.

"I think we could make a deal. I'll call you rose instead of useless if you can actually do this job. Correctly." Charlotte was lying. She would always call her useless, but she was a talented liar! An actress at heart skilled with manipulation. Not that it was really needed. She didn't care what this maid believed, as long as she got the job done in the end. "Why couldn't you have done this last time?" Charlotte said as she made herself comfortable in the maid's hair. Even though it wasn't a conventional seat, Charlotte sat with elegance. Like any lady should. Her arms neatly folded into her lap and her legs crossed.

"You can finish this job. Actually, work. I'm sick of talking and honestly, you're a bore. Those spirit cages aren't going to destroy themselves." The haughty heiress said with a sigh. She was afraid this would never get done if the maid kept this up! Maybe she should have gotten a newer model, this one must be a defect. Always complaining and never doing. Who would be willing to deal with this? Not Charlotte. She was just about ready to scream. In her manor, the help never talked back, maybe she was not from here? Charlotte almost gasped trying to think of the girl's history. Was she.... working with a... FOREIGNER!??!!? No. She couldn't think of it. The very thought was disgusting... poor people, third world countries, her greatest fears coming to light.

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Charlotte was not the type to be offended by other peoples opinion of her. She knew very well what most people thought with just a glance in her direction, that she was a spoiled brat incapable of doing things herself and they were absolutely right. Why would she do something when someone else could do it for her? That's the very reason she took up celestial spirit summoning in the first place. These people were jealous and she figured she had set something off in the maid. Her temper, her words, everything just seemed very different. It was almost as if she was another person entirely! Charlotte didn't want to look into this too much and simply took it as her doing what she does best. Bringing out the worst in people.

As the maid went on her angry ran Charlotte stuck out her tongue, shook her head, and used her hand to gesture talking much like a puppet. Honestly, she had heard it all before from well, anyone she has ever crossed paths with. Nobody liked her but they were forced to deal with her nonetheless. That was what Charlotte liked. Her attitude was horrid but her money and influence gave her an unimaginable advantage against people like... well this maid. But this thought process quickly shifted as she was thrown back. "You dumb bitch!" Charlotte shrieked. She was not happy at this moment. The dress she was wearing was worth more than some peoples homes and it... it got dirt on it!? How could she? This was supposed to be a maid, they did not make messes they cleaned them up.

Luckily Charlotte was helped up moments later. "I don't expect you to apologize. I expect you to pay. Your master will be hearing about this and you will be punished. I'll make sure of it." Charlotte said with a huff. She was clearly aggravated by the maid's sudden outburst. Charlotte was going on and on about what could be done to teach her a lesson until a finger was put to her lips and she was shushed. Charlotte thought about biting her finger right off but she soon saw why it was of great importance to remain silent. But Charlotte was too slow! They saw her, she and the man locked eyes only for a moment before BAM! His neck was snapped by long locks of silvery white hair. "At least you can do one thing right." One hand was now on her hip, her leg extended. She was looking forward to just getting this over with. "Well, you took out what appears to have been the only operator working today. I believe all you have left is the boss." Charlotte had no real idea where this man or woman was located but that was when she heard it. A loud sound that resembled a generator. The 'boss' wasn't a person! It was a machine!

Charlotte wasn't usually one to lead the charge and this was no exception. "Did you hear that? I think it came from that direction." She said, pointing towards the area where she heard the noise. It was not like the rest of the building, it was dark with faint sounds of wailing. Obviously lost spirits who weren't killed by the maid. The ones who weren't good nor evil. They wouldn't post a threat of course but they were still creepy. "I think that machine is the boss and we need to destroy it. But first, we need to find it..." Charlotte thought of how that could be done, wondering around in the dark seemed hopeless and this bloodthirsty bitch on her side was out of control. For a second she thought about doing it herself and then laughed out loud. Never.

Though not doing it herself did not mean she couldn't boss the others around. Truth be told she had learned nothing from the maids fit of rage. She was used to that reaction and knew that she would be punished for attacking someone of a higher class. Trash always forgets its place from time to time. She couldn't blame them for that. Their pathetic attempts to rise through the social hierarchy and come for her? They'd never get her crown. It seemed that this maid had aimed for it but instead got an apron. "Do you have a plan or are you going to keep that little pet name I gave you. Useless." Charlotte was more than a young girl on a mean streak. She was always trying to dig into someone's skin. Getting people mad excited her. Controlling their emotions like that. It meant she won. This maid had fallen for the oldest trick in the book which boosted Charlotte's superiority complex by tenfold. "Well, whatever the plan is, you better make it snappy. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I DON'T have all day. Especially not with you..." Charlotte hadn't grown particularly fond of the maid as of late. Previously a part of her thought that she could at least tolerate her but that idea was coming to an end. She had proved herself to be many things. Useful wasn't one of them.

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