King's Row
Seraph's workshop.
Seraph was carefully pumping the forge, heat filling the room as he looks at his new apprentice. "Okay Aura, we got the heat up, now we just need to get the metal to the right temp."
The oni nodded, watching the flames carefully, she was an odd one Seraph had to admit, with her powers she could easily be a hero, but instead she wanted to learn metal working.... Not that he minded, the extra help was welcome.
He was about to speak again when he heated the door bell of his work shop jiggle. "Keep an eye on it, I'll bee back in a moment." He says, heading out of the sweltering forge into the much cooler shop front. "How can I be of assistance?" He asked the new comer.
Dressed in some sort of business wear, a red dress shirt with black vest, demon tail and a shock of white hair with little... Dog ears? The woman walks up to the counter with a large grin on her face. "Hi mister." She holds out a torn newspaper, a familiar add on it. "Room for rent?"
Seraph looked over the scrap of paper, yes that was his add. "Okay, first things first." He reaches under the counter and pulls out a ledger. "Name and occupation?"
She smiles again, a slightly vacant look on her face for a moment before she fishes in her pocket, pulling out a wallet and showing him a hero id.
He squints at it. "Okay, miss... Cerb Urus? Like the hell hound?"
She nods. "That's me."
To be honest, with a name like that, Seraph was expecting her to be Greek... More dog like and with at least two more heads.... But this was Paragon and stranger things where about. "Okay, I need a security deposit, rent is due every second Thursday, about $400 give or take electricity, water and gas bills."
She blinks. "That... Er... That sounds too cheep."
Seraph laughed. "I'm not in the landlording business to make a buck, cheep affordable housing here."
She reaches into her wallet and pulls out a wad of bills, Seraph noting some had blood stains on them.... She wouldn't be the first hero to pad their wallet with stolen funds and it was better than druggies, rapists and killers having it.
He takes the bills, putting them in a lock box and hands her a key. "Stairs are out side, second floor, room five."
She nods and heads out side, almost skipping. Shaking his head, seraph stepped back into the forge, Aura looking slightly sad as she held up a drooping bit of metal. "I over heated it sir." She said sadly.
"Ahh that's the magic of forging, we wait for it to cool a bit and hammer it back into shape." He explains.
Up stairs.
Cerb stepped into her apartment and sighed, a roof over her head at last, sniffing around, she looked it over... No furniture... But people left perfectly good stuff on the street all the time, so she could just grab that.... But more important, she had a base to search for her sisters from.... Where ever they are.
Meanwhile, in Mercy island
The Arachnos agent looked through the window at the woman strapped to the bench. "Care to explain to me again?" He asked.
The Widow next to him looked over her tablet. "As I said, she is extra dimensional, but her mind is the most fascinating part, it is like she is missing something, I believe she might be part of a hive mind like Praetorian seerers, that along with the Mu confirming her infernal nature, I feel we could sculpt her into a potential weapon."
The agent sighed. "Fuck it, we have thrown cash at stupider shit, she is all yours, but... If this blows up, it is all on your head, understand?"
She saluted. "Yes sir."
Seraph's workshop.
Seraph was carefully pumping the forge, heat filling the room as he looks at his new apprentice. "Okay Aura, we got the heat up, now we just need to get the metal to the right temp."
The oni nodded, watching the flames carefully, she was an odd one Seraph had to admit, with her powers she could easily be a hero, but instead she wanted to learn metal working.... Not that he minded, the extra help was welcome.
He was about to speak again when he heated the door bell of his work shop jiggle. "Keep an eye on it, I'll bee back in a moment." He says, heading out of the sweltering forge into the much cooler shop front. "How can I be of assistance?" He asked the new comer.
Dressed in some sort of business wear, a red dress shirt with black vest, demon tail and a shock of white hair with little... Dog ears? The woman walks up to the counter with a large grin on her face. "Hi mister." She holds out a torn newspaper, a familiar add on it. "Room for rent?"
Seraph looked over the scrap of paper, yes that was his add. "Okay, first things first." He reaches under the counter and pulls out a ledger. "Name and occupation?"
She smiles again, a slightly vacant look on her face for a moment before she fishes in her pocket, pulling out a wallet and showing him a hero id.
He squints at it. "Okay, miss... Cerb Urus? Like the hell hound?"
She nods. "That's me."
To be honest, with a name like that, Seraph was expecting her to be Greek... More dog like and with at least two more heads.... But this was Paragon and stranger things where about. "Okay, I need a security deposit, rent is due every second Thursday, about $400 give or take electricity, water and gas bills."
She blinks. "That... Er... That sounds too cheep."
Seraph laughed. "I'm not in the landlording business to make a buck, cheep affordable housing here."
She reaches into her wallet and pulls out a wad of bills, Seraph noting some had blood stains on them.... She wouldn't be the first hero to pad their wallet with stolen funds and it was better than druggies, rapists and killers having it.
He takes the bills, putting them in a lock box and hands her a key. "Stairs are out side, second floor, room five."
She nods and heads out side, almost skipping. Shaking his head, seraph stepped back into the forge, Aura looking slightly sad as she held up a drooping bit of metal. "I over heated it sir." She said sadly.
"Ahh that's the magic of forging, we wait for it to cool a bit and hammer it back into shape." He explains.
Up stairs.
Cerb stepped into her apartment and sighed, a roof over her head at last, sniffing around, she looked it over... No furniture... But people left perfectly good stuff on the street all the time, so she could just grab that.... But more important, she had a base to search for her sisters from.... Where ever they are.
Meanwhile, in Mercy island
The Arachnos agent looked through the window at the woman strapped to the bench. "Care to explain to me again?" He asked.
The Widow next to him looked over her tablet. "As I said, she is extra dimensional, but her mind is the most fascinating part, it is like she is missing something, I believe she might be part of a hive mind like Praetorian seerers, that along with the Mu confirming her infernal nature, I feel we could sculpt her into a potential weapon."
The agent sighed. "Fuck it, we have thrown cash at stupider shit, she is all yours, but... If this blows up, it is all on your head, understand?"
She saluted. "Yes sir."
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