Some people are just amateurs when it comes to this kind of work. Jackson? Unfortunately is a seasoned professional. Unfortunate for the poor man he's now dealing with, but very fortunate for... well, everybody else. What does a Bruja do with a corpse when he can't get it to Cuyler turf? Why, he comes to a place like this. Looks for an open grave meant for a funeral the next day and makes it work. A body lay rolled up in a bloody plastic tarp beside the fresh dug hole, Jackson himself, however... stood at the bottom of it. Digging deeper. The methodical stab at the earth, fling dirt over his shoulder and repeat. It makes for an interesting noise in the dead of night.
Amora was doing the slight stroll of the cemetery. Seeing as she lived across the street from this old graveyard she made it a habit to walk it if she had time. When she see's the dirt coming up out of the grave she tilts her head slightly and takes on an amused expression at the situation. She steps closer and crouches down to look at the body and then the gangrel working in the grave. "Good evening." she states as she looks down into the grave, pale eyes looking over the grave and then flicking to Jackson.
It isn't the approach of Amora that he catches. Not even her pausing by the grave site. It's her voice. Barely familiar but startling enough to warrant a sudden spin and a brandishing of the shovel like a war axe. A reflexive sneer as he prepares for a brain bashing swing... Then a perplexed look rolls across his features. Head tilted aside, eyebrow up and a grumbling, rough voiced question. "Yeah? Wait, I met you at the... " Without warning, he chuckles and drops his offensive stance and shovel alike. Smiling that big, less than pleasant grin of his. "Amoracchius, right? The Haunt?"
Amora straightens up and she takes an unnecessary breath when Jackson turns around and brandishes the shovel. Her hands come up in a show of peace. "I'm Amora the Haunt." she nods with an easy nod of her head. She looked different from seeing her in a political setting. Street clothes were worn nothing like the robes she usually wore for Elysium or court. "It was at Elysium or whatever we're calling it these days." she offers a small smile.
"I like to call it the Circus. Especially after that first one. It fits. God help you bastards when I find somebody to sell me a lion to bring in..." Laughing easily enough, a sharp bark of a sound that startles some, he slams the head of the shovel into the dirt at his feet. Still looking up at Amora from that hole, he lets the laugh die into a chuckle and gestures to the body at her feet. "Be a pal and roll that dead fuck into this hole, huh? So... what brings you out here? Same business as me? Got room for another."
"Circus of the damned." Amora chuckles. That chuckle turns into a full laugh as he comments on bringing a lion in. "I expect a top hat to be worn for the occasion." she tells him jokingly. She tilts her head and listens as he looks up at her. She bares her teeth in a all to predatory grin at the dead body. "With pleasure." she states as she plants her foot on the body and then rolls it into the grave for him. "I live across the street. Another Haunt owns a funeral home over here as well so I kinda just keep a look out." she smiles.
"Circus of the Damned? Guess that's one way to put it, yeah. Circus of the Dead sounds better in my head but... whatever." Smirking wryly, he shrugs those broad shoulders. "Well, I do have a top hat already. Kinda beat up but it's still on one piece." When she rolls the body in, Jackson steps back and lets it thud to the soil at his feet. Climbing easily out of the hole, he stands up beside the Dragon and looks down into the hole at the plastic wrapped corpse. "Dumb mouth breather should have listened. Whatever. So the Haunts have a funeral home out here? Color me shocked. Heh."
"It sounded good in my head as well." Amora shrugs a bit. She grins at the top hat comment, "I like the older one's. Shows character." When he looks down so does she and she quirks her eyebrow, "What warning didn't he heed?" she asks as she looks to Jackson again. "Kaufmann owns a funeral home. I just kinda live in the area. So it works out and no it's not shocking at all." she chuckles.
Jackson grins savagely at her question. All yellowed fangs and sadistic amusement. "Don't move or you're dead." At that, he starts to shovel in the dirt he removed. Covering up the body one spade full at a time. "Not a bad deal either. He claim this as Domain yet or what? And if he did... we gonna have a problem about this?" Does he stop and look at her? No. He just keeps shoveling, clearly not caring one way or the other. Just curious.
"Advice I'd listen to." Amora shakes her head with a slight chuckle. She doesn't offer to help because hey no extra shovel. "To my knowledge he hasn't claimed it as a Domain. So I believe you're fine. Otherwise it's not like you're dumping it in the open and just leaving it." she shrugs. "I'm sure others have done it before and will do it again."
"Some people just don't handle good advice. Now he gets to be a bed warmer for the next guy." Done shoveling, Jackson tosses the shovel to the side and grabs the base board. A piece of plywood used to level the bottom of the grave. "It's never nice to litter. Just bad form." Chuckling again, he drops the board into the grave. Flat. Settled. None the wiser. Clapping his hands clean and wiping them off on his jeans, Jackson turns to look at Amora level and calm. A content and satisfied little smile on his scruffy mug. "Well, this has been fun. I'm off. Got some shit to do still... but we should do this again some time. Not as stuck up as I figured you'd be. Besides, kinda curious about some things."
Amora gives a genuine laugh at the things he says as she pulls the hood on her coat up. "Better to have a friend when he gets here." she smiles. She just chuckles and shakes her head at the littering comment. She watches him as he wipes the dirt on his jeans and then back to his face. "It was indeed fun. I'd like to help next time." she tells him truthfully. At the stuck up comment she grins, "I'm far from it. I don't let the monster out often but it's there." she states as she turns to leave, "Be safe in your travels Jackson. I'll see ya around." and with that she stalks off into the night.