she's a maneater; make you work hard, make you spend hard

[mercyisweakness]

Who: Crematia and YOU
Where: Everywhere in the City level, take your pick
Summary: Crematia goes on a stroll. Naked.
Warnings: She is quite possibly the most awful person to grace your presence. Expect her to fling mockery from her behalf, threats, temper tantrums, to even possibly bodily and emotional harm. Watch out.

Crematia misses her lair greatly. She misses fire and the sulfuric stench, the heat, the danger, everything of Darklady Mountain. And no words, not even the most awful curses uttered from demons from the Abyss, can fully convert her contempt and hatred for this place. She despises it so much, she spits fire everywhere, hoping the buildings will catch fire. Of course, they never do, as Stacy - Crematia hates Stacy as much as she hates Aurican - will find a way to stop her fire and try to discipline Crematia.

Really, what is it and these stupid lesser beings that don't understand she is better than any of them? It is not a hard concept to understand.

Which is why Crematia is walking around in the City level in human form, completely nude. In her logic, if no one will see her something to revered then she is something to be remembered. 

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[mercyisweakness]

Don't you dare ignore Crematia she will eat your face.

Leaning in now. Personal space invaded like woah, but whatever she took out nations.

"What do you like?"

[on_your_nerves]

"Nothing you could offer me," Sherlock said, still not looking up and pointedly ignoring the intrusion into his personal space. He planned to keep ignoring it until it got intolerable and then he'd either shove her away or get up and move away himself.

He nodded his head back and forth, as if in thought. "Unless you really do burn down the city, but even that isn't subtle enough to catch my interest."

[mercyisweakness]

"I doubt that," she says with a rare purr. "I now own the Warehouse, and I can give whatever you want. For a price, of course."

[on_your_nerves]

Now his interest was finally piqued, ever so slightly.

"What precisely is in this warehouse?"

There were only a rare few things he'd be interested in. Cigarettes for one.

[mercyisweakness]

"Things. Things that have no use to me in the long haul, but . . . " she shrugs. "I'm sure other people have needs for them. I am always opened for bargaining."

She doesn't give stuff for free, she's too greedy for that.

[on_your_nerves]

"May I see? So I can determine if you have anything that I'd find valuable? If you do, we could work out payment."

There was a sense he had about this that he was playing with fire, but if she had something like a supply of cigarettes, it would be worth it. He could just use that fire he was playing with to light them up.

[mercyisweakness]

Major nose crinkle, straight ahead! She doesn't ever let anyone give a chance to view her lair, but she has to remind herself that the Warehouse is not her lair, or even remotely as valuable and shiny as her hoard. But she is greedy, and she wants to know what this man has in store for her and her alone.

"Maybe."

But she clearly isn't all that sold.

[on_your_nerves]

"Do you want payment or not?"

If he didn't see if she had anything of worth, then he wasn't giving her anything of worth.

Not even his time.