I Alone

[Danielle Vida]

Having arrived back a week or so early from the vacation she and Ash had taken together, Danielle had finally decided what needed to be done. Freshly-tanned features were splashed with a hint of gloss and some eyeliner, while her blonde hair was left loose and did as it always had, hiding part of her face in a misleadingly adorable manner.

She walked through in heels, something she'd finally mastered maneuvering in, and ignored people as they tried to hault her from entering Papa's domain. She'd spoken to Paris an hour prior to her arrival, and so she knew the man was expecting her. She thought somehow he would have been anticipating her appearance regardless of Paris' notification.

A low cut top and a pencil-thin skirt that stopped somewhere above her knees gave her the classy-casual look she was known for once, before she'd begun bounty hunting full time, and she was somewhat pleased with herself that she could still clean up nice. She'd decided to try and re-adjust some of her mannersisms in Ash's absence, as a surprise on his return.

Like this one, small, tiny favour.

She raised her hand and knocked on Aristide's door.

It was time.

[Papa Aristide]

Any of his employees who attempted to block the witches were suddenly hit with a sudden case of severe hot flashes, as though the air around them had heat up alarmingly quickly.  They knew to step aside quickly.  He'd been expecting Dani, even before Paris had mentioned their conversation.  Her reasons for appearing before him were fuzzy, though.  Did she even know for sure?

She had to pass through that corridor, the one whose doors led to rooms that stunk of sex and blood, with the feeling of raw, primal powers swirling around her and getting stronger as she reached his door.  He didn't wait for her to even knock, instead calling out as soon as she could hear him.  

"Come in."

[Danielle Vida]

Danielle did just that, strutting through the door in her usual Vida way. The woman could never truly deny her heritige; she simply preferred to deny her immediate living family. Her relatives she might have found acceptable, even tolerable.

"Aristide," she said in greeting. She'd stand until he told her to sit; if he did not, than she would not. Danielle had, in the course of the few weeks she'd been absent, picked up a few lessons. One was respect. She was trying very hard to be mindful of this, especially since she was about to ask for a favour.

She just didn't know what. She was hoping he could tell her.

[Papa Aristide]

Danielle obviously didn't know much about Papa Aristide if she thought he was going to give her answers.  This man had a habit of leaving people with more questions than they'd walked in with, but he could help her if she was willing to pay the price for it later.  He rarely asked for his payment up front, unless it was a big job.  Depending on what she asked for, he may or may not be asking for something in return immediately.

"Sit down, petite.  You come here for a reason, non?  What you be thinkin'?" he asked, looking at her with a look that suggested he might have an idea what she was worried about and in need of, but he wasn't saying it.

[Danielle Vida]

She sat down and twisted her expression around as he asked what she was there for. She didn't know. She said as much. "I don't rightly know, Papa Aristide," she answered, confusion twined in her voice. She shifted in her seat and looked to her left, staring at an old statue of a woman carrying water. She thought hard, but her mind was full of... nothing. Not words, but colours. Maybe sounds, emotions. Nothing solid.

"I'm not sure how to explain it. I want..." she paused. "I want to make Ash happy. I want to be more tempered and patient, and... I don't know. Worthy of his attentions. Right now I'm..." she trailed off. "Well. We all know what I am," she sighed.

Hell-bitch. Manic depressive psychopath. Sociopath. Suicidal. Explosive-compulsive. Obsessive-compulsive. Blame-shifting crazywoman. She could think of a few things she'd heard recently.