Obedience Training [Charlotte + Sanguine]

Quite frankly, today was a day better spent relaxing and taking in the sun if anything was to be planned at all. However, she was a maid in turn with few black market connections to some less than refutable jobs. Today's was nothing less than that. She'd met with Demiari from this very guild that her new client was currently apart of and as much as she was enjoying the idea, she was also a little nervous. Hired as an escort and by all accounts a hired gun to kill, it seemed odd that a dark guild would go out of their way to not do it themselves. Still, she had to take a moment to think of it being Errings Rising wanting to test this maid's combative skills outside of the other maids word. It made the most sense, so she wasn't opposed to the idea of having to play "maid for a day" to another of their members to make herself look refutable enough to allow in.

Her first impressions of this client were rather... stereotypical. As much as Sanguine tried her best to be impartial, even this girls facial expression bore "spoiled brat". When she spoke to her, it was filled with a demeaning tone, placing herself on the pedestal with the silver spoon that frankly most people would love to choke these rich brats with. Still, the demi-dragoness giggled and nodded her head. "I'm sure my Master will be a little displeased, but short of blindfolding you, there's nothing I can really do about that, Mistress Charlotte." She got it out just shy of a snapping of her fingers. The girl ordered her to carry her there? Blinking in confusion of what she'd just heard, she decided to take a page from her Masters book. Grim was a bit of a tease, so she thought it might be fun to do the same. "Right away, Mistress Charlotte~" With such a whimsical tone, she reached down and picked her up, only to throw the girl over her shoulder like she were a sack of potatoes and begin to walk toward their destination.

She only did this for maybe a few steps before she had set the girl down, she had first brushed her entire dress out to fix it back to it's pristine condition it had come in, then picking the girl up in a bridal style and looking down. Her brow furrowed at the rather snarky way she mentioned having an expectation of her strength. "I may look like a reserved maid, but I promise you I'm stronger than you may think. And if time is of an essence, I'll be sure to fly us back." Of course, she not make mention of how she planned to do that or even her very mixed racial background, but Charlotte would be in for a very big surprise once she would witness Sanguine fighting. Everyone always did.

The little tantrum to which the young girl displayed in kicking and hitting her with balled of fists like she was being kidnapped was something that Sanguine could only laugh at. Nothing too extreme, but a small polite giggle was enough for her to be sated in making her humor known for herself to be expressed. Once she had her picked back up, she seemed to become the verbal punching bag for this girls lashing. Insults came at the maid, but she did nothing but keep up the smile on her face while walking through carrying her as though she weighed next next to nothing. "My apologies, Mistress Charlotte. I wasn't told anything specific in how you would have liked me to pick you up, so I simply assumed a way and this one seems to be much more comfortable for you. In that dress, you look much like a little doll and it's rather precious~" Again, the teasing came from the maid and she didn't care to be reserved towards it either. She was having fun.

As they continued to walk, she had listened to Charlotte continue her bout of ignorance towards the maid. Frankly, this girl was amusing as well as cute. Enough so to maybe kiss the girl and try to get further, but she stopped herself. Nothing was more important than to keep herself focused on herself and her master, so trying to think of doing anything with another person was a no. She had to shake these thoughts from her head, so when she had stopped at the sight of the camp, it seemed like a sign from god. A lot of good that did her now rather than when Nightmare was trying to turn her into some sort of perfect weapon.

Tempted to just drop the girl onto her rear end and step into the fight, she chose to ignore that thought and simply set her down onto her feet, then stepping in front of Charlotte with a small pat on her head. The group began to laugh as they had drawn small daggers and simple weapons. The sight was enough to bring a tear to her eye from laughing so hard, but she kept herself as calm as could be. Slowly, they began to approach and like a child playing cops and robbers, she held her hand out like she was making a toy gun, just after biting the top of her finger and breaking skin. "Bang~" And like that, one bandit was shot in the head and he dropped back onto his back, his blood beginning to pool around him. They were so useless to her, she sought to not keep playing with them. Letting blood from her finger, Sanguine simply flicked a droplet across toward the rest and then watched as the blood exploded, letting out a loud boom and screams of the other men as they were thrown along.

"This is a waste of my time... I hope the main group at least puts up a fight. I'm getting all frisky for a good slaughtering..." She let out a sigh as she started her small muttering, walking back up to Charlotte, picking her up once again and starting to carry her through the explosion site and further along. "I wish I could say I was trying, Mistress Charlotte. But I'd be lying and I know you told me you frown upon lying~ But, if you'd like to talk at all, I'm all ears~" The blood slayer smiled, trying to mask the fact she left a lot of good blood left behind and now she was craving it... Oh well.

The maid could hardly stomach how this girl was treating her in this moment. Sure, she had agreed to be a maid-for-hire and that did involve having rather annoying clients, but Charlotte... this little pain in the ass created her own little category. Even while she carried her, she continued to belittle her and it was slightly feeling like a poke of her claws would force her to shut it for a little while, but knowing her, she would just come up with something else to complain about, so it was just a waste of time to do anything but bite her tongue and let her continue. The joke of being called Dracula felt more of a compliment than an insult, enough so that she giggled a little and nodded. ”No worries, Mistress Charlotte. My wounds heal super duper quick, so I never worry about having the chance of staining someone else’s clothes with blood. Besides, my blood would never be noticed on your black dress. It’s the same color after all~” She mused, still holding the girl in more of a cradling fashion than anything at the moment.

She chose to pass on the question she seemed to shout aloud. It wasn’t worth her effort to really mention a reason or a few then be talked down to. Hell, she was lucky the woman wasn’t some kind of weirdo who kept things to quiet down noisy people. Pacifiers for babies, gags more or less. But if she did that, she’d never get the satisfaction of being so happily addressed like she believed she was to be called. For the moment, she was caught up in her own thoughts, but Charlotte quickly began to scream and freak out as someone had risen up from the dirt. Frankly, the thought of a zombie petrified her for a moment, but as the person was quickly shown to be just some mage manipulating the earth for traveling purposes, he wasn’t so lucky anymore. If he world didn’t have undead yet, it soon would with this creep.

The white haired maid set her employer down once more, patting her on the head gently before giving a harsh shove back. ”Behind the tree now. You move, the dirt is your fault.” She didn’t sound so sweet now, but neither did her limbs. One by one, a black colored mutation of sorts began to show in her arms and legs. Soon, the flesh of her skin shredded and the sign of black draconic talons and claws were the remains of her arms and legs. “HAHA! The help is gonna fight me!? How pathetic of a-“ He was silenced as his mouth was clasped over by her right claw like hand. She lifted him up off of the ground, her words remaining at none until she had figured out what to do with him. The answer was simple, but she wanted him on display— a place where she could have others see her work and be afraid of it. Sanguine took a moment to look around before she realized this was actually the direct walking path and without a need to move anywhere now, he was useless to her. Her cheeks puffed out a little as she pulled liquid into her mouth, and in one fell exhale, covered the mage in acid and then letting his body drop. He screamed as everything down to bone from his head to his torso melted to the skeleton. Letting it drop to the ground, the maid cleared her throat and turned back. Her eyes were slit now, looking more feral and beastly. ”For your safety, walk. My acid isn’t very well controlled in my claws. And... feel free to ask questions if you have any. I’m an open maid~” She tried to act normal, but you can only do so much with those claws and scales.

When the scent of blood and the Adrenaline of fighting hit this particular maid, she tended to act much much different than her normal composed, cheerful self. As much as she tried to keep herself together among these times, the instinct and desire to shed blood was far far too much for her sometimes. One of those happened to be today and Charlotte, much to the very obedient maid she had come to know, would instead begin to have a much more “Charlotte touch” to her attitude. ”You think I’m in it for the money?” She laughed audibly and with an added touch of insulting. ”I’m here as both a favor and a meal. The money you can keep for all care. My master tends to my food when need be, so money is just a luxury item I don’t need. Besides, I’m well more funded than you think on my own.” She glared down at the client whom she had been calling Mistress. Truly a title she didn’t deserve, but a maid lived to the word that her employer or owner had deemed them allowed to address them, if even at all.

It was more of a surprise by her attitude that Charlotte had forbidden her from speaking unless spoken to at this point, but even then that was well before she had gotten ready to put this little brat in her place. Though that was hard to tell since they all tended to believe them to be the supreme and entitled no matter who told them what. ”Firstly, my name is Sanguine... however it’s not a real name, nor do I have one... so feel free to call me what you like.” She paused since she was defiant against walking so far that the girl was albeit throwing herself on the floor to complain and testify the directions. ”Well your dress appears to be worth Well more than I probably could afford, so I’m not about to become some personal toy for you while I repay my debt over my inability to control how my acid exits my scales.” With her calmed point maid, she had continue to listen to the complaints, almost as if she were now asking, but knowing she probably didn’t actually want an answer. ”You sounds like an infantile pain in the rear end. Had I If not grown up with actual moral values in how I speak, I’d most likely be cursing you out with more sinful obscenities than even the devil would find to be too much. If it weren’t for the fact Errings Rising contacted me to do this and you needing someone to baby you through this is pathetic, and I for one am ready to slit your throat and leave you mute for the rest of your life. Or just leave you a bloodless corpse to sate my hunger... but I digress.”

The maid let out a deep breath of relief and looked back as the group had surrounded the two of them so suddenly. ”For the record, I am sorry for my outburst, but am not sorry for what I said. As a maid, it’s unbecoming of me, however as I previously stated, I’m not sorry for what was said.” The situation didn’t call for any apology, but she was in the mood and generally, despite her not really caring so much for whom she was lashing out at, but at heart she still had one and she chose who got her compassion and who didn’t. With the snap of her fingers, the maid was ready to go off once again, but she had heard the words and the way it was meant. With a chuckle, Sanguine have a curtsy, pinching her dress as she did so. ”With the utmost pleasure, Mistress Charlotte~” A rather sadistic like tone of whimsical pleasure coated those words.

Before being able to act, a blade tore through her body, straight through from back to front as it laid inside her body. Several drops and a small bit of spatter landed on the ground, the ink black color of the Blood confusing several others as even the blood on the metal blade was shaded as such. ”How rude... can’t face a woman head on?” A small giggle left just as the blade did, paying no mind to the wound left or the pain it would create. As she turned around, her claw grabbed hold of the blade and with a small sizzling sound and a little steam rising from the grip, the blade soon fell in half onto the ground, part of it still corroding from the acid. ”Now who wants to die first?~” That.. was rhetorical. BUT! Someone had to live. The word had to spread that when you cross this guild, you’re blood in, and blood out.