The Red Reaper, a young body guard notorious for her scythe and blood red cloak. Rumors have it, it started off clean and white, now tattered and stained red or so the rumors say. Some say it's stained red from the blood of her mother from when the Red Reaper found her. Upon taking a job her life becomes intertwined with none other than Weiss Schnee.
"Take another step towards him and you'll use your head" the cloaked figure whispered in his ear.
"Like I'm gonna listen to you girlie." The man tried to side step away from the cloak but was met with cold steel against his throat
"Like I said take another step towards him and I'll kill you." The pressure from the blade on his throat slowly oozing warm blood that trickled down his neck.
The man breathing began to get heavier as he realised who held the steel blade engraved with script. "You're the Red Reaper aren't you? I'm sorry my boss told me to go after him"
"And you're going to tell Torchwik that Junior is under my protection. I'll give you 5 seconds to leave." The scythe blade removed from his neck and the Reaper stepped into the shadows as the man ran off in the opposite direction
You owe me big time Junior. I may have just made a big enemy for you
The Red Reaper walked through the side entrance of the bar after making sure her client had made it inside safely. She kept her hood up and sat at the bar waving over the bar tender, "The usual please Melanie"
"Of course Red" she nodded. A minute later she slid over a fruity beer that stopped right in front of the Red Reaper.
She slowly began chugging the drink then put the cup down. A small burp escaped her mouth. "Oops, scuse me." She giggled to herself.
Junior sat on the bar stool next to her, "Heyya Red, good job seeing as I'm still alive and breathing, here's the usual payment." A thick white envelope slid in front of the Red Reaper. She picked up and peaked inside before closing the envelope.
"Thanks Junior. Also I'm quite certain the guy tailing you was part of the Grimm, I've ran into quite of few of them on the job now. You should consider getting some proper security when you're out selling or have your clients come to the bar." She explained nonchalantly.
"I hear ya Red I'm working on it. Anyways I think I know someone whose going to need your service this week," Junior stood up and turned away "get home safe kiddo."
As he turned back to watch the cloaked girl leave all he saw was rose petals, the bar door closing, and the Reaper's signature card.
As the Red Reaper made her way home, she took the darker alleys and streets slowly shedding her cloak and tucking her folding scythe into her bag. Pulling out her ankle weights she strapped them to her ankles and did a bit of stretching. Picking up her pace she continued running weaving down the streets as fast as she could before she arrived home.
Her studio apartment was bare and small. A twin sized bed in a corner, minimal workout equipment, a small kitchen, coffee table, and small sofa. She undressed letting herself become mostly naked aside from underwear as she stared into the mirror
Her abs looked as though they were chiselled in, her arms not too beefy but definitely not scrawny, slender legs, her hair was getting a little long for her liking and the red fading from the tips into a gross orangey pink.
Ugh I need to fix this
She strolls towards her washroom and turns on the water waiting for it to cause the mirrors to fog. She slowly stepped into the steaming hot water that poured down her back as her head hit the wall of the shower. Exhaustion hitting her as she lazily washed her hair and body, this line of work definitely made her sweat and get dirty. She wanted to make sure she was at least presentable before she met her new client.
She stepped out of the steaming shower and into the main space she had, a small shiver went down her spine as her body was not used to the temperature difference.
Ping
Picking up her scroll from the notification she had a couple unread messages.
[Junior]: Table 8 at my bar, 9pm, tomorrow.
[Yang]: Hey I haven't heard from you in a while, you doing okay Rubes? 3
Sending a quick thumbs up to Junior she opened her chat with Yang, she had nothing for love for the young woman who she had become but Yang didn't know too much about her life, she knew her mother was involved with something in the underground but that was it. She should probably respond.
[Ruby]: Hey Yang, I've been busy with work. I'm doing good though. How's Zwei and Dad?
Short, sweet, more or less honest. She was busy with work, Yang just didn't know what she did for a living.
Curled up in bed with a soft red blanket the Ruby had settled down for the night drifting away into dream land. When she awoke it was anything but comfortable, the bed drenched in sweat and her heart pounding. Shooting up from the bed she ran to the bathroom and slipped into the shower to clean herself off. The water running down her curves perfectly taking any of last night's terrors with it.
Ruby spent the rest of the day training, fueled by left overs in her fridge that she had nuked in her microwave to at least have warm. As the night slowly covered the city she started to get dressed. Black pants, her red shirt covered in roses, a black leather jacket with extra padding on it, and her iconic accessory that brought her persona to life, her red cloak.
She stepped out her door closing it slowly, not wanting to draw unwanted attention of her neighbours, she locked her door and disappeared. The streets had finally settled down from the business of the day, recognizing a few faces and she followed the familiar route to Junior's bar most people just nodded in her direction and she nodded back. None of the homeless people or drug addicts went too close to her. Within her first week of work she had made it clear what would happen to those who dared to touch her. Arriving to the bar early by a few minutes she made a b-line for table 8
The booth was in a secluded corner of the bar, usually used for business deals and tonight hopefully the Red Reaper would be able to get more work. As she arrived she noticed her client was already there. In a full white suit, silky light blue button up and a grey tie. His hair styled back and his moustache looking clean. He eyed the young woman up and down before scoffing, "You're a lot smaller than I was expecting."
Before he could continue talking a small scythe was pulled out of what seemed like nowhere and the blade resting mere millimeters from the man's fingers. He pulled his hand away quickly and swallowed hard. "I'm very sorry, listen do you want the job or not," he retorted trying to collect himself, "I need you to protect my daughter, the idiot can't seem to listen and I need an heiress to my company since her siblings are more useless than she is. I've received a few threats recently and I need my daughter to stay alive. Can you do that?"
"For how long? I charge by the day or week depending on the situation."
"Until my men can find out whose sending these ridiculous letters."
"Understood, that'll be 25 000 lien upfront and the rest when I'm done the job or by the end of the week."
The man reached for his wallet and threw 25 000 lien on the table like he was getting rid of spare change. The Red Reaper collected her payment counting it quickly, "I'll need a rough schedule of how she spends her days, and access to where she lives and any specific classes she goes to, and her school."
"I'll send it to your scroll immediately." He responded.
A ding went off and the life of Weiss Schnee was now in her hands.