Dealing with a Devil... Again. [Invite]

Being unconscious sucked... Being blasted into unconsciousness was even worse. Especially when the one blasting you was an impatient bastard with no sense for strategy or anything resembling tactics. But the time spent unconscious gave her some time to digest on a few of the lingering soul entrails from before the demon had arrived in East City, and Qarinah slowly managed to come around.

The first thing she noticed was the mild throbbing in her arm, and with half lidded peeking eyes she could make out what looked like some kind of needle and tube stuck in there. The demons gaze followed it up to a bag attached to a pole. It looked like some kind of medical treatment, although the surface she was currently lying on didn't follow the texture one would expect from a bed... Her fingers gently poked at the surface beneath her and it felt much more like leather than quilt...

Then there was the smell of smoke that reached her nose. Not the smoke of fire caused by battle damage, nor the smoke from lava or some other hell trope. No, this was a little sweeter than those... Deciding that she wasn't going to be able to acquire much more information without some kind of interacting at this point, Qarinah fully opened her eyes and slowly looked around properly at where she was. It was definitely not a hospital room, or even an infirmary... Which meant that whoever had taken her wasn't looking for any more paperwork than necessary.

And lo and behold whom did she spy sitting in the corner of the lounge by the pink haired president king of Earth himself. The vampiric demon looked at her wrists then to her ankles, before taking a hand and checking her throat before grunting in amused confusion. No restraints... curious. Slowly sitting up, she gave herself a quick pat down to make sure everything was still in place and in her possession that should be, before she decided to address the elephant in the room as it were.

"So... how should I address you?" Qarinah inquired, her eyes looking at the IV bag and trying to ascertain if it was as it appeared to be, or laced with anything else. Judging from the ache in her body she hadn't been under for too long, but damn was she still in pain... Although that pain did hold an interesting side effect. For whatever reason she felt almost twice as strong as she had been before she had went unconscious. Seems that those Saiyan souls she'd consumed during her little visit to Hell had done her some good, a Zenkai boost by proxy perhaps?

But it still wouldn't be enough if Earth's current ruler decided that she was a nuisance to be removed... The silver haired demon looked at the bags of blood nearby, raising a slight eyebrow before shrugging. "I do have one question before we get started..." Qarinah mused, taking up a more comfortable lounging position on the chair she was currently on. "Was that whole thing just one large PR stunt to further your political agenda, or did Fukushu genuinely come up with the idea to try and blow this place up on his own?" she asked, figuring based on the decor of this lounge that they were still in East City, or at the very least somewhere with the same tacky sense of style.

He took his time to answer her question regarding Fukushu and the attack on East City... It wasn't an instant answer, but nor was it an overtly delayed one either. Which in the demons experience usually, about eighty five percent of the time, meant that it was an honest answer. Qarinah folded one leg on top of the other as the "interrogation" began.

"Names have power, blah blah blah." she said, at the beginning sounding quite serious before she immediately dropped the act. "Sorry about that. Little bit of the old drilled in automatic response there." the demon said with a slight chuckle before leaning forward ever so slightly. "You can call me Qarinah. As for the working portion, I'm what you may call an... independent contractor." the silver haired demon mused as she considered how to phrase what it was she actually did.

"I work on commission, acquiring and selling the supplies for those who are... let's say in the creation and engineering fields of medical study." Qarinah phrased it. She knew that Kamae had some kind of arrangement going on with Derry, and with this little nugget dangling around she wondered if the President might let slip a little what exactly that arrangement entails.

"So when this charming little device," she said as she patted her Scouter, "detected a rather large power coming from East City... well, they do present a fine opportunity to gather supplies." the demon gave a little wink at the continued innuendo. She sighed, and uncrossed her legs before recrossing them the other direction.

"I was admittedly going to wait and see how far the fight between yourself and Fukushu was going to go before lending any assistance one way or the other... But well, that impatient brute of a bastard had already decided to try and end my life because his peanut brain couldn't grasp the hint of a notion of the concept of tactics." said Qarinah, the metaphorical venom practically dripping with every word regarding the Heran in question.

The silver haired succubus smirked and shrugged as Derry called it a nasty business. "My usual style wasn't quite as... applicable in this scenario no. But I was able to acquire some nice samples all the same, and I'm still alive so I'm going to call it a win." Qarinah chuckled before she snapped her fingers and a simple silver chalice came into existence.

She took one of the bags of blood that Derry had prepared earlier, and with the grace of a skilled vitner "popped the cork" as it were, gave it a tentative sniff to make sure that there wasn't anything fishy about the substance, before she poured a measure of it into her chalice. A wine connoisseurs swirl later and the demon imbibed a tasting sip of the blood.

"Hmm... A young blonde, local, and... on one of those diet fads which is a shame." Qarinah mused, setting her chalice down. "And you would be correct. Blood is one of the more active samples for such clients. As for storing up or intent, it's a bit of both." she admitted. "I've got a client who's given me their shopping list as it were for their preferred sample types, but it never hurts to stock up in case of later interested parties." the demon explained.

When he repositioned himself to allow himself a cigar, leaving the case open as an invitation, Qarinah couldn't help but chuckle. She collected one of his cigars and with a snap of her finger cuts it and lights it in one motion. She took a soft drag of it before releasing the smoke, her wings fluttering ever so slightly as she let it be shaped into a sigil that faded into the air. "Given the state that Fukushu left East City in, I won't begrudge your boys the lack of propriety. I am a little surprised that I wasn't in restraints and such or in a cell when I woke up though." the silver haired demon mused, folding one leg over the other.

The silver haired demon raises an eyebrow at his inquiry about the winged girl with the feline features. It took her a second to piece it together before she chuckled. "Ah, no my apologies." she said before gesturing to the currently empty blood bag that Derry had laid out earlier. "I was commenting on the... I suppose you could call it vintage of the blood you provided." Qarinah explained. "Like when a supposed wine connoisseur goes on about how they can taste what kind of grapes and such the wine is made from." she said, shaking her head and chuckling.

"Absolute bollocks of course but with blood you can actually, albeit rather generally, tell details like that." the vampiric demon explained further. She gave her chalice another swirl before taking a sip from it, licking her lips clean. "But I will admit, that particular woman did pique my interest..." Qarinah mused, setting the chalice to one side for the moment. "When it comes to chimerical hybrids races like Zoanthropes and Saiyans to a degree, species tend to favour one or the other... Except she had properties of two different species. Avian and feline."

She steepeled her fingers and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she contemplated the situation. A frown soon emerged across her lips. "I suspect some manner of evolutionary "guidance" at hand with her species. It wouldn't be the first time of course, but I do balk at their damnable hypocrisy of it all." Qarinah said, practically growling at the last few words. With a sigh she returned to leaning back in her chair, collected the chalice and took a long draught from it.

When Derry mentioned a guy he's got that was looking for similar stuff, it was all the demon could do to refrain from chuckling. He just confirmed for her that Kamae was directly working for him, unaware that he was the one who had given her the shopping list mentioned earlier. "Kamae you say? Yes I think I've supplied him before in the past... I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Qarinah said, allowing herself a little purr in her words.

"Central City hmm?" mused the silver haired demon, tapping her chin as she considered where they could potentially be. Especially if the President wanted to ensure the security and safety of his work from the eyes of the public. "Well, that rules out the castle and political offices. Far too many eyes on those, welcome or otherwise." Qarinah said with a chuckle. "Given the decor, I would almost be leaning towards a night club or something along those lines. But of course privacy is required, so not one with anything to advertise it as such..." she mused before giving a non-committal shrug.

"But I fear I digress... As far as interrogations go, this has been by far the most pleasant one I've experienced." Qarinah said with a smirk, taking a slow sip of the blood in her chalice, keeping her eyes on Derry as she waited for the stick to drop. So far there had been carrots aplenty that would make a bunny blush... But that didn't change the fact that she was still at this man's mercy and he did help keep her in this world after all.

"I think the outfit I gave her before getting my tail kicked by that Heran should suffice... Although I wouldn't say no to a little rendezvous with her again. She was rather cute." the silver haired demon chuckled. "I am curious if she thought I was the same species, or if she recognised me as a demon..." she mused, taking a sip of the blood.

When the President commented about the usefulness of genetic blood tasting, Qarinah shrugged. "It varies depending on how much I get to drink. Rarely do I manage to get a complete pint like this one without... well, drinking it straight from the source." she admitted with a dark little chuckle. She did give a playful pout at the suggestion that he was right to not put her in chains. "Aww, and here I thought you mortal politicians loved that kind of stuff?" the vampiric demon teased, folding her legs across one another.

"Dirty Snakes... Hmm... It rings a vague sort of bell." she said, tapping her chin in thought. "Then again names do tend to repeat themselves over the centuries." Qarinah admitted with a little blep of her tongue. When he mentioned keeping control of information, the demon gave a sympathetic shrug. "Tale as old as time... But given our mutual acquaintance, and my own personal survival instinct, I think we can both agree that I'm not going to let anything slip." said Qarinah with a chuckle.

"Ah the price of power, and its benefits... delegation~" Qarinah said with a chuckle as the President had a little despairing moment in regards to the inevitable paperwork he'd have to deal with. Or more accurately foist off onto some poor secretary to do for him. As the pink haired Earthling gave a little bemoan in regards to his spouse, the silver haired demon couldn't help but lean forward a little, unfolding and recrossing her legs.

"Well, I am technically classed as a succubus Mr President. Should you ever require an... extra set of hands with your wife." she teasingly offered. She doubted that he would ever take her up on it though, given how conservative most mortals are when it comes to their spouses. In both directions. But well, work never ceased after all, and it wouldn't be the first time she's played mistress to a mortal politician. The power behind the throne as it were...

Qarinah collects a new cigar from the box, cutting and lighting it in one motion with a snap of her fingers. "Well, you wouldn't be the first politician with some kind of underworld connection... Although the number with both versions of underworld connections is astonishingly small." she chuckled, taking a short puff of the cigar.

The vampiric demon blinks when the pink haired president said "too". In the brief moment of hindsight she had, it would make sense that the President Of Earth, and leader of an underworld syndicate would be approached by another succubus before now... But the way he said it... She blinked again when he explained about his wife. Who as it turned out was the succubus in question. It took Qarinah a moment to process this particular little tidbit before she chuckled and held up her hands in surrender.

"Well, I shan't poach on another cubi's territory or mark on that you have my word." Qarinah said in an effort to reassure him... and probably his wife as well who was quite possibly watching and listening to this whole exchange. Assuming she was half as skilled and conniving as Qarinah was herself. When Derry made mention of the notion of demons only appearing for the big named folks, she gave the multiversal hand wiggle gesture that translated to eeeeh.

"Depends on the demon or the devil really..." the silver haired demon admitted. "The higher rank you are, sure you only concern yourself with the big names if they consider summoning you. Everyone else... well, they have to take what they can get, even if its a bunch of angsty teens who are playing with stuff they shouldn't really be." she explained, taking a small drag of her cigar.

"As for home... I have no idea. I've not been back in Makai, the Demon Realm, for a while now." Qarinah said with a shrug. "Although, not every demon is from the demon realm. Some come from Hell... so you could literally have a wife from hell." she suggested with a smirk and a drink of the blood in her chalice. "And then there are the rejects from the home of the Kai's. Bunch of fruity bastards..." the vampiric demon said with a roll of her eyes.

"And I mean that literally. Shinjin, or Kai's, are born from fruit. The "rotten" ones get chucked down from the heavens into the demon realm." she quickly explained before Derry could get the wrong impression from her.