Less Than Normal

Clark shifted his weight on to his left leg and turned his head to the side to look at this girl and he smiled thinly, “Death is the most freeing thing a human can do. But the afterlife comes after the dying part.”

"Damn. That's actually pretty deep." Kaz admitted. And it was true. She wasn't suicidal or anything, but she had a nagging curiosity about death and everything that came afterwards. Kaz had lost all interest in finding things out for her client, and was suddenly full of questions about the Underworld. 

"Richer than what?" Hanna looked around Conrad’s condo. Okay. Maybe he could pick up his clothes. But it was still leagues better than his place. Which he’d burned down.

"Hanna Cross! Me and my partner here are paranormal investigators! Do you have a case for us?"

"Hm? Oh! Are you Hanna Cross? I didn't think I'd find you so easily. Thought maybe there'd be a secretary or something..." Kaz rubbed her forehead, caught a bit off guard.

"Are you tellin' me the decent people still gotta deal with the ass holes?" she asked, bewildered. It definitely wasn't what she was expecting, or wanted to hear. That felt worse than just....ceasing to exist. She'd rather everything go black than have to live in a large strange city-like Underworld with a ruler...

He stood up straight and put his hands in the leather pockets of his jacket, and added, “Anything else?” He seemed to stare right through her in the soulless way he always looked at humans. He was bitter and he was still a little sore from her knee to the groin action taken earlier.

"Anyone ever told you the importance of eye contact? 's rude." She said with a mutter, finding his soulless stare more a matter of etiquette than impending doom.

Clark leaned his head back to look down at her curiously. He watched her with careful eyes as he sat and he wondered why in the hell this girl would go out of her way to find out something about him and seem to know so much already.

"And you seem more than arrogant enough for a demon." She retorted with a smirk. Kaz reached into her back pocket and took out a small brown notepad and a pen. She had a few questions written down, but not to ask him directly, rather to ascertain. Maybe these would be a bit...blunt.

"Yeah, well I'm not Everyone. I've got some more important questions. Besides, most of them are dead anyway. Nothin' to do about it." She shrugged. "But I digress. I'm Kaz Jakarta and I was hoping to be more subtle about all this, but maybe it'd be helpful for both of us if you just gave me information directly."

Kaz moved to re-position the trash can he had kicked into a sideways chair. The metal hurt her ass, but she always preferred sitting to sanding.

"You said next time. As in a time other than right now. Why exactly would we meet again? Do you corner strangers int alley's often?" she paused, turning her whole body to face him now, despite him being faced the other way. "Or, I guess it could be because I'll die someday." She was right. She had to be right. Her client had thought they were a reaper, and Kaz had brushed it off, but she was shaking with both excitement and fear. Because she was right.

"I wasn’t going to do anything to you, god damn!" He growled out at her. "Jesus shit, woman. Fuck." He slowed his breathing and managed to sit himself up, propping himself on his elbows. He locked eyes with her and glared from the ground. His tone was harsh, and he was a bit livid as he spoke, "It’s a good thing I wasn’t planning on having any children. Shit, dude."

He crashed into some poor human girl out of nowhere, and looked over his shoulder at the guys following him. He pulled the girl into an alley and pushed her against a wall, burying his head in her neck and covering her mouth with his hand. He whispered to her, “Be very fucking quiet, or I will end your life.” His voice came out as a growl, but he had meant to be a lot more controlled than that. Oh, well.

She should have definitely invested in that rape whistle. This was unbelievable. She'd never been in real life human danger before. She couldn't just kill this guy, that'd be murder, not hunting. Not part of her job description. She wiggled around for a while, but his hand was strong and he wasn't pulling any moves. Her eyes locked with his for a split second, but then it clicked. This was it. Or him. Or whatever. IT had to be. Something in those eyes was missing.