The K i l l e r & The B e a s t ;; Shapeshifter-Bao
Emerging from the alleyway’s shadows, Roseanna practically gave him a dry gaze with eyebrows loosely arched and lips straight. Hardly designer? Picky, this one. She understands his dislike for the smell — not even she would shroud herself in the clothing, unless, of course, she absolutely had too. And when that time comes, it’d likely be a life or death situation. Simple survival instincts, is all.
His offer of a ride had made the Ryder snort. Speak with her? She could only ponder its subject. In all honesty, the only time she engages socially is when the opposing person has a contract for her. Need someone killed? Tortured and demeaned, perhaps? Roseanna Ryder is the woman to do it. However, she has a sense Bao’s intentions differed entirely. From what she’s seen thus far, if he wanted someone dead, he could do it just as easy. Which brings her around to the question: Why isn’t she dead, yet?
"Huh, sorry, ol’ boy. I ain’t t’ chatty type." She says, behind the half-used cigarette she’s managed to hold onto. Her tone is as casual as it possibly could be, as though the scene before hadn’t occurred at all. Albeit, its image has hardly left her mind and probably won’t for a while. So, why the nonchalance? Experience. Sort of, anyway. She’s been allied with an exorcist, Lucifer’s bitch of a wife, a viciously wicked fae, and a whole lot more. It’s safe to say Roseanna’s had her grand adventures with the paranormal already and they have yet to cease.
Hell, she was the one whom assisted that damned exorcist in defeating, what he described as, a “frisky fuck-demon”, who used to be a past lover. A funny story, that. But it’s one to be saved for later.
“‘R t’ type tha’ hops ‘n a car with strangers.” She’s learned the hard way of how those scenarios turn out. “Yer wantin’ somethin’. Spit it out.”
Bao straightened himself when he heard her decline. The crease deepened in his brow as she spoke at him- denied him.
Since when does anyone deny him?
"I would have that with that little show just now you'd realize I'm not the kind people say no to." He pointed to his two playthings in the road with his keys.
"Now, let me repeat myself: I need to talk to you." He swung his arms in the direction towards his car, on the other end of the street they were bickering on.
"I'm too lazy to drag you in this body. Don't make me shift into something with a much stronger grip." His voice began to rise with annoyance. He traveled all this way - he wasn't about to be told no.
"I'm not a perv, if you're worried about that. I don't touch humans. You're all disgusting. Now walk with me to my fucking car."
He turned dramatically on his heel and stormed nude towards his prized Tesla. He grimaced at the sound of his bare feet slapping the pavement, but it's all he could do at the moment. Why did he always do these things on his own? It would be easier with a sidekick; someone to pull the car up when he ends up tearing his clothing to shreds. Bao didn't mind the nakedness- he was practically blessing the whole area with his body- but it was impractical and he'd just bought that jacket.
"You better be following me!" He yelled over his shoulder.
