Truly the more 'perfect' candidates would likely be whoever signed some of these erstwhile fighters over. Vanya hadn't been shown her own contract of ownership but she suspected it bled The Boy's inky signature. As for her own care of others, well...
...she couldn't hear the angels screaming anymore? It was all just long, and tiring, and she figured when they found someone who could kill her it'd be over.
Granted, she hadn't expected said someone to 'show up' in her little apartment of a cell. There'd been a 'patron' or two who'd tried that route early on but that was several weeks past by now. She let the towel she'd been using to polish her violin with drop when she heard the voice, and she had the bow set to strings before she even bothered turning around. "And I require privacy after a fight," she noted, cold and melodic.
*snickerfit*
Date: 2013-11-14 07:53 am (UTC)...she couldn't hear the angels screaming anymore? It was all just long, and tiring, and she figured when they found someone who could kill her it'd be over.
Granted, she hadn't expected said someone to 'show up' in her little apartment of a cell. There'd been a 'patron' or two who'd tried that route early on but that was several weeks past by now. She let the towel she'd been using to polish her violin with drop when she heard the voice, and she had the bow set to strings before she even bothered turning around. "And I require privacy after a fight," she noted, cold and melodic.