New wounds and new friends (Tanzy/Jones)

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

Whilst in the middle of her chipper humming, one of the other interns who was more or less like a stealthy ninja by nature sneaked right on into the room and dropped the scrubs off upon the counter. Of course, he didn't stick around long, he slithered out faster than a snake since unlike the nurse over there....he....LOOKED...at the paper work. Even the girl at the desk was like `NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.` to wanting to go near that room2spooky! Brave soul, their fluffy haired nurse was. Or...just...blissfully ignorant. Finishing up the last few stitches with a large, cherry gloss accented smile...a delightful little chuckle escaped into the world. This was certainly a victory to the bubbly demoness! Hmmm but it seemed like he had something on his mind?

Just as she was setting down the needle back upon the tray, she could help but tilt her head ever so slightly for a moment. Then...it happened...he forgot to mention his name....right that was KINDA an important detail, wasn't it? Then again, she really had not interest in snatching away his soul or coaxing him into a binding contract that would make such a thing matter. In fact, she was almost sure the introductions were going to be saved for their little outing! It would have been fun to throw him off guard by taking a peek at those papers then be all `OH I KNOW WHO YOU ARE TEE HEE HEE`. Jones though, that was sort of informal....clearly a surname.... "My my, don't people usually give their first names first~?" Letting out a bemused chortle...it...didn't quite sink in just yet but her brain was definitely at work in connecting the dots!

"Though we were both much too excited about this little date on my operating table to get all those little formalities out of the way~! I know I was...so I can forgive you, sweetie~" Giving off a playful wink to match that horribly suggestive dialog practically coated in a ridiculous amount of sweetness...she couldn't help but laugh. It was kind of funny, really! They BOTH didn't properly introduce themselves! ...DIIIIING DONG THE METAPHORICAL GONG GOT SMACKED! Jones..............? Slowly....her laughter almost...became more psychotic...like a part of her brain snapped or something.

That or she though of something outright hilarious and should share the joke! Oh for the love of her demonic blood! There was only IRONIC humor orbiting this situation and she'd have to blurt out something to cover this up! Putting her hand on her forehead and closing her eyes while continuing to laugh...she...was...so...DEAD! What the HELLLLLLLL did she get herself into?! This....was....urban legend Mister Jones...twelve years of killing her kind....all those stories...all the rumors. Swiftly moving her hand off of her forehead and over her mouth to politely shut herself up, some of her laughter was definitely choked back as she was trying to calm down.

Supposedly, he could sniff out demons like a damn blood hound or something...yet....why didn't he just kill her? From EVERYTHING she heard, it was like he had this HUGE vendetta against all creatures with a dark lineage. So why just spare her rather than crush kill and destroy? Errrr....that part was probably a crockpot load of crap like the so called two hundred foot chain decorated in dangling demon skulls. Plus...it almost seemed like Mister Demon Murdering Jones over here was trying to be discrete about his background. Maybe...now this was INCREDIBLY far fetched, but....who knows maybe they were in the same boat? Tanzanite the demoness who took the time to tend to his wounds didn't want everyone to know what she was...they'd flip all the metaphorical tables!

...but....what if he found out...everything....there was one thing that wasn't exaggerated...he would at the very least try to kill her. True, she had good reasons behind her actions...but...sometimes... Lowering her hand to reveal a slight smile...the edge of her mouth slightly curved upward as though she calmed down enough to share a funny thought. ....well...sometimes hunters didn't care what the reasons were...all that mattered to just about anyone or anything were the actions and the results made by them. "Mmmmhmmhmmhmm....sorry about that...kitty cats can be such funny little creatures, can't they~?" It was actually quite sincere, though it seemed as though she was slightly amused by how silly those darn bundles of fluff could be. Gesturing toward herself, she continued to speak, "Anyway~! My name is Kiseichu Clossiana, but I find that to be such a mouthful~! Soooo~! I usually just go by Tanzanite, sooome people prefer to call me Tanzy or TanTan though..."

All the lives she took with a big ol' smile...part of her wanted to back out of the little outing...mostly because she honestly didn't want to bother fighting him off once the metaphorical beans of doom spilled all over the friggin place since she wasn't always smooth with the human shtick. Though she really had no choice, she was a demoness of her word and it was like a verbal binding contract in its own way: she said some variant of yes. Well...all she could do was go with the flow and be incredibly vague about the things that could trigger him into trying to go SUPER DUPER DEMON HUNTERRRR on her. Besides...he was actually being nice and reasonably polite for the most part, it would have been really rude and uncalled for regardless to run off! This was a problem though...one slip up could result in her having a `SCARY MISTER JONES` story to share....one that preferably wasn't exploded to make him sound like a ten foot monster mower. Motioning her hand off of her chest to direct him to the scrubs upon the counter...because yes...she did hear mister sneak around intern play secret scrubs Santa! "Could you please get those on~? I would rather you not get a cold by just sitting there without your shirt on~!"

Giving off one last bright smile before turning her back on him...she finally cracked a bit and let it melt down into a slight frown when she was sure he couldn't see it which was incredibly rare for her. Considering how she was all smiles and such one hundred and ten percent of the time. It wasn't easy to keep up appearances though...namely when moments like this took place when she actually managed to acknowledge a threat was right there...someone who could flip like a switch from nice to kill mode. Oh well...! Letting a slight smile come back to keep up with appearances, suddenly her pocket started buzzing AND singing! HER PHONE WAS WALKING ON SUUUUUUUUNSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE! It was pretty much the woman's default ringtone....no one really communicated with her so it's not like she bothered with customizations.

PLUS...this song was adorable! Pushing the door open to exit the room so he could change his clothes in peace, she used her opposite hand to whip the phone out of her pocket and flipped it open while bringing it to her ear. Calmly getting to the other side of the door as it closed behind her...it was flaky Fabio...! "Tanzy...I...ran into a small problem...?" ...as panicked as he sounded....what kind of question was that anywho? Quirking a brow as she took a few more steps away from the door, she spoke in a hushed tone, "What's wrong, hmmm~? The monsters of the night come out and get you while you're fetching clothes for my lovely patient~?" "Yes...?"

...he...actually squeaked that out. Like a mouse or a timid little girl. He. Squeaked. When he sounded like such a pansy...it was srsbsns bad news for sure! "Awww, don't you worry~! Tanzy-wanzy will save you~" Cooing out those words, she didn't even ask where he was...she didn't need those kinds of details.

The man said her name and that's all she needed to find him Tanzanite will ALWAYS find yooooou! Tapping on the door with her knuckle, she made certain it would be easy enough to hear her, "Jonesy-dear~! I need to leave the hospital for a moment! Could you pretty please with syringes on top wait riiiight here~?" Grinning at the door, she didn't really care if he could slaughter her or not...the demoness still reserved her right to have fun with names! Unless he was super fast at getting ready AND able to move quick with all those injuries...like the urban legend surrounding him insisted...it would take time to catch up with her if he opted to follow along! Plus, at this point she wanted to see how many mythos were a load of baloney and what was true.

Bolting down the hall not even bothering to wait for his response, as rude as it was not to wait, she could apologize later. Zipping by the receptionist, she blurted out, "Be right back! Fabio is in troooooouuuuuuuuble~!" Charging through the doors with her fluffy locks being sure to follow, this nurse was DEFINITELY fast on her feet for sure! Whether Jones was going to abide by her request or not, she didn't bother worrying about...she had a DAMSEL IN DISTRESS NAMED FABIO to save!

[Jones]

Jones had heard many kinds of laughter over the years. Genuine laughter, laughter as someones mind breaks sending them into catatonia, laughter as they watch the suffering of others... this one was odd, odd then most and he heard her stifle it after a bit, after it had gone on past the point of comfort for most, past the point of a... traditional mind and into what his grandpa would call 'crazy town' Jones listened while resisting the urge to turn around and check on the woman behind her to make sure she wasn't covered in ants or something that were tickling her. Her excuse for the laughter had been... kittens... Kittens? This woman was getting odder and odder and sure enough part of him told him the safest and smartest action would be to let her finish, get his cloths... and jump out the nearest window and drive off in whatever car was nearest and pretending this day never happened. But... Jones was if nothing else a man of his word. A man for whom his wore was not just law but a commandment unto himself and he had asked the woman to coffee and she had accepted and well.... it had been a long time... a very long time since he had coffee with someone who was not actively plotting on kill him and who was female so. Coffee it was besides he needed liquids in him. He was low on them.

"Yes.... Kittens are... cute."

Said a voice that sounded like getting those words out was tearing teeth out his own mouth with pliers.

And her name Kiseichu Clossiana, Shortened to Tanzanite? A type of gem found at first in Tanzania (He had discovered a lot of odd trivia in his travels) that she shortened even more to Tanzy or TanTan?... Odd odd woman and yet he found himself liking her. There was something refreshingly real, true to her despite the mysteriousness. Like a hunk of silver shrouded in fog. A true silver lining. The metaphor was a bit weak but he enjoyed it and decided he might share it later.... maybe. In the mean time he would need to get some clothes soon and hopefully somewhere he could wash off. The drying blood was starting to flake off with every move like morbid dandruff. Another metaphor though this one was interrupted at first by arrival of clothes! Real Clothes. Jones almost smiled at seeing them. He nodded confimation of his intent to wear them and started to reach for them when... a song that did not play around Jones much blared in mid-shirting.

Glad she had left he quickly pants himself, tore off his blood soaked under pants and jumped into his pants as fast as possible. It was more painful then he had hoped but less then he feared and before she could call out to him he was reclothed. He could swore he heard her say the name... Fabio through the door?... Tanzy Wanzy? He hoped this wasn't her boyfriend or things were going to get awkward... like that time in Vegas when a woman and her boyfriend had tried to get him to... He shook his head against that as she asked him to wait... with syringes on top? Seriously odd, unpredictable girl. She was keeping him on his toes for sure.

"Sure. Take your time... Tanzy."

He tried the name. His mouth found it enjoyed it. As he heard her leave he started searching for some rags and finding them started to freshen up as to be less... bloody murder victim looking though most would rather see him as a serial killer fresh from work.

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

Flipping the phone shut as she slid it back in her pocket, she couldn't help but wonder what was up with the pretty boy worker all the young, female interns fawned over. He got in A LOT of trouble and didn't have many redeeming qualities outside of being good with coffee and making it fancy! Ask him to do something out of the caffeine department was like asking to win the lottery by sheer luck! Oh well, it was entertaining and kept things from being boring in the occasionally dull moments it served up on a pretty little platter. Sooo she supposed it was alright to just keep forgiving the poor, hopeless thing and just keep coming to his rescue like a knight in scrubs! ...oh and it was raining now for some reason...she totally forgot to bring an umbrella and pulling one of those out of a shadow was completely hit and miss. People gave the quirky woman with crazy hair couldn't help but think she was probably crazy for sprinting about in this weather without at least wearing a jacket!

Other than those few individuals, the streets were eerily quiet, even by the nurse's standards. This wasn't peaceful...it was downright awkward that so little was going on aside from the case of damsel in distress Fabio. Alright...she was getting closer and closer with each step and found herself standing in front of a bar...really. Well...she had to be somewhat thankful for Fabio calling on her though, almost seemed like she rattled Jones' nerves to the point where it sounded as though he could have a vendetta about cats or something! Yes when he told her to take her time he went with more of a familiar nickname rather than using something with a miss. What a confusing fellow! Shrugging to herself, the bouncer spoke up, "Ya gonna stand out there all night?"

...letting out a chuckle as she fanned one hand in the air while reaching under her hair with the other just fiddling her fingers about in the shadow. Charming her way in didn't settle well as an option...soooo...she focused her thoughts on letting her fingers find a syringe filled with tranquilizer and cooed out to the diligent bouncer, "Oh ho ho ho, of course I'm not going to stay out here...I mean just look at me, I'm positively soaked..." "...obviously..." Letting her hands droop to her sides, she made it seem like she was oh so very dizzy...staggering a bit towards him to add onto the little act...poor thing appeared so dizzy that she couldn't keep her balance and flopped forward onto the bouncer! Well more like SLUMPED over considering her freakish height...but before he could even try to help her stand upright, a devlish grin slid across her lips and what did she do next? Twirl the syringe into the right position and injected it right into his hip.

This stuff was fast acting so he was fading faster than a sleepy little kitten after play time. Plucking out the syringe of his flesh, the woman's amber eyed widened and for that moment with a crash of lightning, her fangs made an appearance as those seemingly normal pearly whites sharpened while those optics became a ghostly white. All that really rimmed the woman's eyes were those lush lashes and merely emphasized the creepiness factor with slight, black circles beneath like morbid trim. "Sweet dreams~" Kinda crazy how something that looked 2spooky so frightening could let such sweet words slip by her lips. Ah...but yet another flicker of natures horror movie effects, she was back to...uh...as close as normal as her usual look could get and smiled kindly to the woosey bouncer. Giving the syringe a light flick, it began refilling itself so she could handle the situation quickly and get back sooner rather than not.

Sure, she was almost sure that at this rate Jones would rather forget about their little verbal deal by now considering her little...snapped...moment...but it seemed like they were both bound by obligation and would see it through. Too bad circumstances couldn't be different...what a shame! Oh well, maybe she'd just make it as painless for him to deal with and sit there letting him do the talking? Eh, she'd figure that out when the time scuttled into the present. Right now, fish to fry and Fabios to find! Hiding her hands behind her back, she kicked open the door and chipperly called out though the bar of drunken individuals, "Faaaaaaaabiiiiiiiiioooooooo~! Where for art thou foolish Fabio~?"

Sauntering her way in with a smile that was borderline seductive and downright devilish, she heard fearful squeaks and turned to a dark corner where her little pal was pinned up to the wall by some hulking figure. Letting out a long whistle as she casually strolled to the two...someone's hand seemed to have grazed her butt and what did her reflexes do? Reach over and dislocate the poor fool's wrist, of course! "Mmmm clumsy clumsy~!" Giggling softly to herself, she placed one hand upon her hip and looked up toward the peculiar fellow and smirked in a bemused fashion. "Gregory, dear, is this really appropriate?" Slightly tilting her head at this for a moment, he dropped the boy down and looked completely confused.

"He WASN'T lying?! Tanzanite, are you more insane than usual?!" Giving off a slight shift of her hip, she couldn't help but puff her cheeks a bit. "Oh lower your tone and calm down, will you~? Fabio here was just fetching clothes for my lovely patient...I hardly see the problem here, Gregory..." Both of them pulled into their own respective seats and the towering bulky man actually...looked kinda scared out of his witts. Speaking in a hushed tone, he was trying to be a little more discrete, "What in Lucifer's name do you think I am, stupid?! The squirt who pissed his pants over there said he was going shopping for....HIM....! You're going to get yourself killed by....HIM...."

Narrowing her eyes a bit and quirking her brows, she blinked a few times and frowned ever so slightly as though she was completely unamused. "I'm serious, Tanzanite, you know HE despises our kind and it's not like you're the best at this pretend to be a human crap.....no offense of course...your human act could use some work..." Laughing nervously a bit as she looked off toward Fabio who was hugging his knees close to his chest and pretty much whimpering next to a big ol' bag of clothes. "What if HE followed you here and went on a rampage?! UGH...anyway...why DID you take HIM in as your patient...unless...you plan on doing us all a favor and handling our problem...?" That shadowy fellow grinned like a snake and the woman with drenched locks that somehow still had a knack for being crazy GASPED and put her free hand up to her chest, "GREGORY! I'm absolutely appalled that you think I'm not only wreck less but probably brain damaged too! For shame, Gregory, dear! For shaaame!"

It was like he had just insulted her or something...but he did open pandora's box with that one... "I take my job very seriously! I wouldn't dare stoop to something so low, you should know that! If I want to handle someone, it'll be done differently you....OFFENSIVE ANGEL LOVING SCOUNDREL!" The whole bar filled with `OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!` and some drunken chorus of `BURRRRRRRRRRRRRN`"I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THAT!" Accusingly pointing at him while scowling, her tone actually had a sense of edge to it...she was clearly unhappy...okay maybe that was putting it lightly, "You breached that agreement by insulting my professionalism! So everyone here can know that you're an angel loving pansy who hides under layers of fake muscle to seem like some sort of badass when really you're just a filthy coward sneaking about in the light!"

Standing upright from the chair with a huff. Instead of getting angry, the big bulky guy was just getting teary eyed and sniffling about. "FURTHERMORE! You're making me late for a very important date!" Flinging the syringe, it planted itself right into his neck before injecting itself into his flesh with the wink of her eye. Forcing a smile across her lips, she looked to Fabio and spoke up in a chipper tone as the bar began to look like a slice of hell on Earth. "Tell anyone about this and I'll harvest your organs~! Well, let's go, Fabio~!"

He skiddishly got up on his feet and followed her out with the huge shopping bag of clothes. They both strolled on back to the hospital leaving behind a mess of demons going incredibly psychotic. Someone else had that problem, not her...that's for sure. Unlike the demoness, Fabio over here came prepared with an umbrella! Okay...that took a while longer than she had hoped, but hopefully everything was alright back at work!

[Jones]

It took a while and while the cool water that he soaked a sponge in stung as he dabbed the wounds until the crusting blood came off it also felt good to be doing something... something other then bleeding out. He still could not believe he had done that. He had actually asked a woman out for the first time since... since... forever it seemed like. As if a geographic age had passed. Glaciers had come in and ground a city or so to dust, squids had crawled onto land, found remnants of boy bands... and crawled back into the sea to never darken the land because some things scare even squid monsters. And now after all those eons he kinda... maybe had a date... or something and that made getting cleaned up so he didn't look like the villain of a horror movie first priority.

It also gave him time to look at the stitches that now decorated his flesh. His stitches were always intended to do the job, a patch job, a piece of tape, and stick of super glue. Whatever it took to keep him going just a bit more but these stitches... were art. Perfectly spaced, the extra thread snipped off exactly... Jones had gotten more stitches then could possible be healthy and these were by far the best he had ever gotten. He even found mirror to look at the ones on his back as he let loose a slow whistle of appreciation at the job she had done. Satisfied he continued cleaning as fast as he could. He even scrubbed below the belt for as long as he could though found himself wondering why... it's not like she was going to see down there. Even if he had the inclination and she did as well there was no way he was in the shape too... too... do that. And he was not in the inclination. He just wanted a cup of coffee with a woman.... and yet he scrubbed.

Throwing the rag in a non weapon filled trash can he then sat down feeling a bit... bitter. Not weak. he would never admit to weak. Weakness was a failure, to die was fine but to be weak would mean to fail. But... he was feeling a bit bitter, a bit less then normal health was. That was completely different from weak indeed. So he took a seat back on the table. His weary bones glad for the respite. He admitted he felt... maybe tired. Tired was fine when you had been awake for two days straight. He thought maybe... maybe it would be okay to lie down.

Slowly he laid himself down on the cool table, that bit of relief a minor miracle. As he laid down he waiting for a bit and as his arm automatically sought the trash can filled with his tools he held them... just for a bit of security and thought to himself that maybe.. maybe it would be okay to close his eyes for a moment. To sense his body without seeing it so he would have a better idea of how bad his shape was. And as his eyes closed he thought to himself maybe he could use that time to~

The darkness of sleep came to him quickly and for once it was merciful for he was too tired to even dream. His face relaxed, the tension melted off and he seemed to lose twenty years on his face.

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

Wringing out her hair, squeezing out the water thanks to the random storm brought on by the indecisive thing called nature...the demoness nurse hummed a happy tune. Goodness, she couldn't wait to get out of here and find an excuse to freshen up! The bottoms of her scrubs were decorated in splashes of mud and gunk thanks to the magical wonders of science that happens with dirt. Though...the waiting room was dead silent. It was almost like a graveyard without the spirits roaming about...how...very odd considering she half expected dear ol' Mr. Jones to be waiting for her out there. Maybe he left while he still had the chance...?

Keeping a smile plastered on her face she did feel just a little stood up...but she couldn't blame the guy. Turning toward a shuddering Fabio while slowly taking the bag full of clothes while slightly quirking a brow. If Fabio didn't have a knack for getting in trouble with anything outside of coffee, she'd definitely send him on more clothes trips! He didn't pick out a half bad selection...what a good metro, borderline useless coffee fetching intern! Stuffing the bag under her arm, that free hand of hers moved up and over Fabio's messed up locks before giving him a pat-pat-pat upon the head.

The young man became incredibly pale, kinda like how people get when they see a ghost...or monster trying to rip out their throats. "Such a good boy! You got in quite a bit of trouble, but that's okay...Tanzy-wanzy approves of your shopping skills~!" Moving her hand up and wiggling her fingers with a devilish grin, Fabio opted to nod and scuttle side step away to take in all those events. Tryyyy to sort them out without going absolutely insane, of course!

The receptionist though, she was back to being lost in her book since it was just getting to the good part! Of course, good things never last forever, do they? With an interruption from Tanzanite, she swept the bag of clothes out from under her arm and plopped it onto the desk with an obnoxious crinkling of paper and plastic following a slam. Poor woman flipped her hands up in a spazz which caused the book to do an acrobatic flip before fumbling about in the air and onto the keyboard. "A-ACK! Tanzy! Do you REALLY have to do that?!"

Slapping a hand over her heart as the other patted around for her beloved book, the demoness overlord nurse of doom woman stared right up at those peculiar amber optics, "Gave me a fright, you did! ...now can you please tell me what's with the clothes...?" Moving her hand away from her chest to gesture away at the noisy bag which had a hand in freaking the poor girl out, Tanzanite simply put her hands upon her hips and looked a little...bothered yet happy? Goodness did the look look questionable on someone who was usually all happiness an sunshine with butterflies and roses all over the place! "Hmmm~? I thought it was obvious..oh well~! Could you please be so kind as to whip out the address of my patient Jones, I'd love it if you could start prepping that package for me~!"

Back to looking happy as could be, the surgery obsessed demoness batted her lashes and the receptionist flipped back to the page she left off on. "Why don't you just...drop it off with him?" "...what?" "He hasn't left, not sure why m-" Swiping the bag off the desk while zipping back over to the room where she left him, there was a very odd sense of relief about that. Yet....she couldn't help but be a little suspicious considering the note she left off on. Was he up to something? Or rather...was he alright? Sloooowly opening up the door, peering around the corner as though there might be some awkward holy water rigged trap ...much to her surprise...there was nothing that happened.

So trying to be quiet as can be, she made her way into the room looking...well...downright confused. It looked like the demon hunter her buddies undoubtedly harbored fear for....yet he looked as though he was finally at peace. Suspiciously narrowing her eyes for a moment, she then saw it...the pail full of his equipment...goodness gracious did she not like what was inside. Exhaling a soft, but heavy sigh...she...really wasn't sure what to make of this situation. Was their little outing completely nulled? Oh well, she'd let him make that choice...she had to take the rest of the evening to make certain he'd be out of work during his recovery by pulling all the strings she could get her mitts on. For all she knew they could be enemies when he found out what she was, but for the time being? Jones was her patient that she took under her care and that meant making sure those stitches didn't break apart.

Carefully setting the bag down upon the counter, she wandered about trying to find a nice warm blanket since it wasn't like this room was toasty and cozy! Fanning out the amazing bundle of fluff filled comforter, she kept it there for herself on the days she'd rather nap on the operating table instead of her own bed and figured he needed it way more than her right now. Though she was pretty cold herself, still, he was a mortal all the same and warmth was much more important for this recovering fellow. Making her way over to the table while carefully placing it over him with a smile...though the corner of her mouth twitched a little when it came to tucking him in near his beloved `full of crap that could kill her` can. Seeing as it quite literally burned her hand ever so slightly from a slight tap with the back of her hand.

Holding back the urge to hiss like a pissed off kitty cat at the can for that one after all she did was be thoughtful and kind, she simply glared at it as though she'd plot its demise...soon...but she had better things to do on her agenda! Going over to where she kept her note pads and pens, she began writing up a short little note on one of those little papers about how his appointment was a little freebie his wallet wouldn't need to worry about and the clothes were for him since his got ruined. Finishing it with a little heart ended signature, she fiddled her fingers in her pocket to quite literally summon up her business card. Flipping it to the back, she wrote down a little `P.S: Don't bother looking for work until you're all better~! x.o.x.o.x` before ripping the note away from the rest of the blank sheets and set it down upon his chest. Strolling out of the room, dimming the lights ever so slightly before exiting, she had calls and deals to make before her night was completely over. Then...it was off to see if she couldn't find an excuse to cut someone open for a little game of operation as a pick-me-up! Being a little down wasn't really her thing, after all!

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