Phoenix (black butler)

Murder time!

Cynthia

A figure drops down next to the girl on the roof.
It's wearing a black tail coat and suit, the lenses of their red rimmed glasses flashing in the moonlight.
They try to creep up behind the girl on the roof.

{Airplanes, B.o.B}

The girl opens her eyes, "you're late, Grell."
The figure freezes, "how the Hell did you know it was me?" She asks, surprised.
Cynthia looks over at her partner, "you're not exactly stealthy," she says bluntly.
Grell huffs and sits down next to Cynthia with her legs dangling next to the other girls, "I'm not that bad am I?" She asks.
Cynthia laughs, "Im only joking, you're fine darling," she says, still laughing.
Grell knocks her shoulder against Cynthia's, "you're not that much better than me Cyn," she says playfully.
"See, it doesn't matter, just forget about it," Cynthia replies.

Grell adjusts her glasses, "so, what are we doing here anyway?" She asks.
Cynthia shrugs, "just a mission, i think someone that is supposed to die is going to pass through in a bit," she says. Grell looks out into the night, scanning the area below.
"Well, looks like they're running fashionably late as well," she remarks with a smirk. Cynthia's eyes narrow as she focuses on a distant shadow moving through the deserted street below.
"Here they come," she says quietly, her hand moving to the hilt of her sword. Grell grins, her hand going to the handle of her own death scythe inside her coat.

As the figure draws closer, Cynthia draws her sword, ready to strike at a moments notice. But just as Cynthia and Grell are about to make their move, the person suddenly stops in their tracks and looks directly at them with piercing red eyes that seem to see right through them.

Cynthia and Grell exchange a look of disbelief as the person on the street raises a hand in greeting.
"Hello up there," she calls out.
Grell and Cynthia exchange a glance, 'what the hell?'

Cynthia recovers first, her voice steady as she addresses the mysterious woman below.
"Who are you?" She demands, her hand still gripping the hilt of her sword.

The figure below chuckles softly, a sound that carries up to the rooftop despite the distance between them.
"I am known by many names, but you may call me Madam Red," she replies cryptically, her gaze never leaving Cynthia's.

Grell shifts uncomfortably beside her partner, her mouth turned down at the corners in a frown, "and what do you want?" She asks impatiently.

Madam Red tilts her head to the side ever so slightly, as if considering her next words very carefully, a big red hat obscuring her face, "i have a proposition for you," she says after a long pause.

That sparks Cynthia's intrest.
"What is your proposition?" She asks. "And more importantly, how can you see us?" Grell cuts in.
The woman down on the street laughs, "why shouldn't i be able to see you? You're just two people up on a roof after all," she says.

Cynthia and Grell exchange a look. The two reapers have a silent conversation.

She doesnt know, does she?

She thinks they're human.

Cynthia and Grell share a brief nod of agreement before Cynthia speaks up again, "what kind of proposition do you have for us, Madam Red?" She asks, trying to gauge the woman's intentions. There was something familiar about this woman, maybe it was her bright red hair the same color as Grell's, or her eyes, as dark red as her hair, but something was telling her she had seen this woman before.