Don't ask what's in the can

“You mind if I grab a measurement so I know the changes I need?” Leon asked, trying to be mindful of the fact that he was asking her, cousin or not, for her chest measurement. “And I’d need the coat for a few days, but I certainly could. How much reinforcement are you thinking about?”

“That’s fair enough. And the tip might give me a little bit of a problem, but I’ve got some ideas.” He moved over to the workspace side of the building, moving some things around. “As for some chainmaile, you’re in luck. I actually have a shirt, might need to modify it some, but I think it’ll fit you.” He pulled the shirt out of a cubby box, holding it out to her. “Give it a try. If you need, bathroom’s down the hall.”

“Yeah, I’d say that would certainly do a number on a demon.” Leon nodded. “And even if that’s the case, cousins are there to have each other’s backs. Plus, I feel I owe it to that child to be here now that I’m actually big enough to help. Maybe I can get to know who you are now.”

“Crossbow, huh?” Leon gave a nod. “I can get started right away, and have it done in a few days. And I’d started this way looking for answers. When I found them, I was already in too deep.” He tapped a finger by the start of the scars on his face. “Besides, I thought it’d be a good for you to have a safe place to rest where there’s always hot food. I couldn’t ever find signs of you staying in one spot long, so I figured Redgrave was a good place to come to, seeing as it’s hunter and devil central. And the only reason I could see you going to Hell for is to be a part of that bastard’s punishment.”

Leon’s eyes widened with surprise at the name, before a huge grin broke out across his face. “Vic!” On nature, he threw he arms up and moved as though to hug her, but managed to stop himself after a step as he reminded himself what he’d heard she’d been through. “I had a feeling I’d find you eventually, or you’d find me.” His grin widened. “Come on in! I’ve got some leftover gumbo I’m still working through. Mom’s recipe. As for me getting involved, well, I more or less started to get involved after you went missing. I still have your books, by the way. The ones you left under your floor. I kept them in case you wanted them back.”

Leon looked up as his door opened, a bit surprised at hearing his last name. “Yeah. How’d you know?” He asked curiously, having not been using his last name with this line of work. Setting down his food, he walked a bit closer, but still kept a distance, knowing it was better to not crowed the potentially heavily-armed customer, his head tilted inquisitively.

He’d been settling into Redgrave City well enough after finding a small house with enough room for his workspace, and steadily began growing a name for himself among the demon hunter community. By appearances, he certainly looked as though he belonged out there fighting demons himself, but he’d opted to take a more supporting role by providing weapons and armor infused with demonic energy. On the left side of his face were two long, deep scars that ran from his cheek bone down his neck, pure dumb luck having kept them from becoming fatal. Currently, Leon was taking a break from working, getting some much-needed food and water as he looked over his current project, determining what else might be needed.

The tall, leather-clad redhead had heard good things about this new guy and finally decided to pay him a visit. She was in the market for a projectile anyways. She opened the door to the place with her current weapons in place, figuring this guy used to armed clients. She had a fresh wound on her right cheek, not bandaged really, but it looked like her body was handling it just fine.