Escapade (RE8 Miranda X Fem! OC)

Chapter 4

ELVIRA'S POV

My community service at the Resevoir was over and I had honestly begun to enjoy Moreau's company.

Let's just hope he takes my advice and sticks up for himself against the other Lords.

In fact I'd even call myself and Moreau friends.

Today was service day and I already knew what the service would be about.

It would be a big speech about the festival which was well in a few days.

Yay happy sacrifice day.

That's a joke of course.

I did not enjoy sacrificing stuff to Miranda.

Due to the fact that the festival was in a few days, the Lords had made themselves more present?

I'd seen Heisenberg wandering around and I saw Angie the Doll flying above us.

No Donna in sight though then again she doesn't really stand out.

Lady Dimitrescu doesn't seem to like to hang around with 'peasants'.

The peasants being us Villagers of course.

I headed to the market, I needed to buy some scrap metal.

I needed it for the upcoming weekly prank.

I saw Heisenberg was at the stall I needed to go too.

Why's he need scrap metal? Isn't his Factory full of it?

Maybe he needs a specific piece?

Whatever I don't care.

"Metal scrap please"
I smiled.

The Stall owner who looked pretty scared for his life nodded and passed me some scrap metal.

"500 lei actually 600 because I know your up to no good"
The Stall owner deadpanned.

That's it, his the victim for next week, forget who I originally had in mind.

"You can't just rise your prices for me"
I snarled.

"It's my stall"
The stall owner shrugged.

"Listen Asshole I don't even know your name but I swear I'll make you eat this Lei if you don't put it back to it's usual price"
I hissed.

"1000 lei"
The Stall owner stated.

I heard a laugh beside me.

Heisenberg thought this was hilarious.

I did not.

"I bet you got it for free especially considering Mister Ass Stall owner over here looked like he was pissing himself at the sight of you"
I sighed.

"A lot of Villagers piss themselves at the sight of me"
Heisenberg retorted.

I don't.

I've dealt with Miranda too many times now to find this guy scary.

"This little wet wipe is a prime example"
I shrugged.

"Fine just take it for 500 lei"
The Stall owner glared.

"Aren't you the girl who wrote Mother Miranda a letter?"
Heisenberg questioned.

"A poor decision on my part but yes that was me"
I admitted.

"I like you, your one of the only one of these fools that sees sense"
Heisenberg rambled.

"Wait? Really?"
I inquired.