( Starter for @danger-tits-lute )
"Boss, I'm going on break!"
A proclamation came from a certain Sinner in a certain slum-riddled area of Hell. Riven was someone who had been around this line of business for so long, she no longer needed to ask her boss if she could go on break. She simply did. That being said, she never went over the limit or slacked off in her line of work.
Riven worked as a bunny girl in a bar in a crummy part of the slums, although places like that were a dime a dozen in Hell. Her attire was a simple bunny girl suit with stockings. It came with a bunny tail and ears accessory with a tiny carrot pouch for holding tips. As for her body itself, she had a light purple hue for her skin color, sharpened teeth (although nothing compared to those cannibals), a long and rough horn extending upwards from the top right side of her head, and an everlasting, ever burning flame constantly dancing in her eyes (although she can’t feel it) hidden behind her irises. She held her platinum-white, shoulder length hair up in a bow and served customers as needed.
The bar itself was a crummy eatery that specialized in alcohol, but still served food on the side. They even had a stage for some bunny girls to dance on, but Riven always refused. She would never dance for these cretins. Working as a server was bad enough. The amount of hands she’s chopped off in just a week alone has been crazy.
It was bad enough that she had to work on the night of an Extermination, but she also had to deal with an absurd amount of creeps tonight. They all shouted something about 'if I die tonight, at least I get to touch some bunny ass' and slapped Riven on the behind. What she wouldn't give for a holy weapon to end those brazen jerks herself.
Feeling frustrated, Riven stepped out into the alley out back and leaned against the brick wall. She closed her eyes and took a much needed breath of fresh, albeit a bit polluted, air. But her break time was soon interrupted when she heard a banging and crashing of nearby garbage cans toppling over. Being alert, Riven shot up and called out.
"Who's there!?"
Her right arm would shift to form a massive razor-sharp greatsword akin to the one she used in life. Of course, she knew it would do no good if it was an Exorcist coming to kill her. She learned from experience that she was no match for them.
Upon seeing a figure from behind the trash collapsing on the ground, however, Riven eased up. She knew this person couldn't be a threat, so she reverted her arm back to normal and approached them with urgency. Her eyes widened when she saw the shape this person was in.
"Oh shit."
This girl looked bloodied with strange yellow blood, which Riven just assumed this was some weird demon's own uniquely colored blood, not knowing it was ichor. Her shoulder had a wicked gash from a weapon and upon further inspection, Riven could see that she had lost her arm and was bleeding profusely. All of this pointed to one thing: an Exorcist attack. Only their weapons could leave such lasting injuries. At first, she thought this girl might be an Exorcist, but why would they attack their own? Riven just assumed she was a strange Sinner. But now Riven faced a dilemma. Normally she wouldn't care about someone getting hurt in Hell, since that happens every five minutes in a place like this. But when it's a victim of the Exterminations? It sparked something within her. The bunny recalled a bit of her life, helping to patch up wounded soldiers, and knew she couldn't just leave this girl here to die.
"Dammit... hang on a sec!"
The bunny then ran back inside and passed by her boss to grab the emergency first aid kit on the wall. Her boss just looked back and forth as she ran this way and that like a chicken with her head cut off, but he just dismissed it and went back to work. Riven then barged back outside and went back to this injured person. She knelt down and popped open the first aid kit so she could get to work.
"Hey, stay with me."
The biggest concern that she cleared up was disinfecting the area near her arm. Afterwards, she ended up wrapping her shoulder up with bandages. Even after all these years, Riven remembered how to patch up a wounded person like it was yesterday. She then tended to the brutal cuts and gashes here and there with more bandages and disinfectant.
All the major issues were accounted for and Riven felt like she could finally breathe. She leaned over to her impromptu patient, wondering if she had lost consciousness or not. Riven knew she should bring her to a hospital, but was worried she wouldn't have had time. Plus with fees, she didn't want to dump that on someone who maybe couldn't cover it.
"Hey... are you alive?"
That slight snort didn't go unnoticed by Riven, causing her to grin a little. It looked like she was finally warming up to her, if only slowly and through comedic misunderstandings. But it was nice to lift her spirits somewhat, even if temporarily. She had to wonder how else she could bring a smile to her guest's face. For now, she saved it for another time.
A simple, solemn nod of the head in agreement from Riven. Her guest was right. Not many of these scumbags deserved redemption. Throughout the years, Riven had borne witness to countless evil throughout Hell. Being surrounded by unashamedly vile creatures was enough to leave her jaded about her situation. Of course, she wasn't exactly a saint herself. Deep in her mind and heart, she knew she deserved this kind of eternity.
The mission statement the other spoke of caused the sinner to raise a curious brow. Did she admit that a sinner could somehow kill an exorcist? Was something like that even possible? Riven certainly didn't know and, by the sound of it, neither did the exorcists. Not at the start, at least. The idea of retaliation made sense, in theory. However, considering the current situation, it only ended up in more exorcists being injured or killed somehow. This person was a prime example.
While Riven pondered, she also took note of how exhausted and morose the other seemed when it came to the topic of the mission results. She knew to show some class and would immediately pipe up to cover for herself.
"Oh, my bad. You don't have to say if you don't want. That was, uh... pretty insensitive of me. Sorry about that."
The bunny bit her lower lip and felt a bit bad for being oblivious in opening up old wounds. Clearly this girl didn't want to talk about her failures in front of someone she deemed an enemy. The moment grew somewhat awkward, but Riven hoped to alleviate that by changing the subject to something a bit more light-hearted.
"Well... can you at least tell me your name?"
Riven realized she told her guest her name, but never received one in turn. She wanted to be able to call her something. Hopefully she wasn't too spiteful towards sinners to deny the bunny's request.
