#meet Cora a half joke combat maid

[modernspellsword]

Annalise waited outside the Mohawk valley welcome center. She was doing a pickup for a visiting hunter. She was a girl moving from the Hudson valley up to Utica for ‘personal reasons’. Annalise would house her for maybe a month while the girl got her own apartment.

As the wind blew Annalise waited leaning against her car leaning into her jackets tall turtleneck, snow piled around. People getting in and out to use the rest stop.

Eventually a Cadillac drove up and parked two spaces over from her. The window went down. And the fist word from the driver was “fuck the wind. Ah, Annalise.” He offered a hand.

“Have a good trip up?” She said meeting his hand.

“Yeah. No active snow, so much salt.” He sighed.

“Wooooow.” Annalise said sarcastically kicking a snow pile two inches shorter than her. “Never would imagine that.” Her own car had a coating of salt. “How’s the hunter?” She asked.

“Ummm. Bit…. Different.” He let out. “Ever wonder if we’re in a shonen battle manga?”

“Not…. Really?”

The passenger door opened and out stepped a woman in a gothic maid outfit. The only difference was a lack of combat heels. “I can hear you ya know.”

“I wanna make it clear, he said everything.” Annalise said offering a hand. “Annalise. Functional Mohawk valley hunter representative.” She said.

“Cora. Maid and guardian to the supernatural elite. You will be lucky to have my services for a month.” She said with a dramatic bow and a kiss of Annalise’s hand.

As she did so the wind blew her dress up to about her knees and she shivered. “Shit its cold.”

Annalise laughed. “Let’s get your stuff in my car. I have heated seats. And my house is warm. C’mon.”