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[Thraah]

"FUCK YEAH!"
Thraah let out an exagerrated stretch as her and Vicky landed out of the carriage into the heart of Vel Anir. The city was stupid and dumb and good only for one thing, making a mess. Which is what she used to convince Vicky to come along.
Nobody else seemed to get the value of a bit of mindless destruction quite like her.
There were merchants and shops and businesses everywhere. Folk wore their wealth on their sleave here and oh boy it was perfect.
Here in the upper districts the security was high and the rich were complacent.
"So..."
She turned to her partner in crime.
"What do you want to break first?"
Her smile could have darkened the sun.
The last few months had been a trial in more ways than one and Thraah deeply, desperately needed something to break.

Victoria Von Fleet

 

[Victoria Von Fleet]

Victoria had been practically bouncing as she waited for them to reach the shopping district of Vel Anir. It felt like she hadn't left the academy in ages, nor had she been able to hang out with the very busy Thraah. She and Silas were the only ones that got how Vicky operated.

She had brought along her trusty club and was stroking the wood while she waited for them to come to a stop. She exited the carriage with less oomph than her friend, but a wicked grin painted her red lips. She dug in her pouch as Thraah asked what to go after first, pulling out three round balls. She lit them and without a backwards glance, tossed them through the window of the carriage as it pulled away.

"Let's go eat the rich."

She laughed, sounding quite unhinged as she grabbed Thraah's hand, pulling her into the crowd. A distinct boom could be heard behind them, her little explosives finally deploying. "The spider always beats the fly, and we are spiders."

Thraah

 

[Thraah]

Thraah loved the way Vicky's foul little mind worked.
As her compatriot dragged her through the crowd Thraah extended her hand to any dress and coat tail she could find remembering the bitch who made her burn up her own dress.
"Payback time!"
At every snap of her fingers a piece of clothing caught fire, not hugely but enough to smoke a lot and ruin it. The resulting smoke caused coughing fits and provided a bit of cover as well. Distressed cries followed them as the snooty fuckers worried over their clothes.
"Haha, buy a new dress you rich motherfuckers!"
This was going to be a great day.

Victoria Von Fleet

 

[Victoria Von Fleet]

Victoria giggle as she followed Thraah through the crowd. The smell of burning cloth, the acrid way it clogged her nose, she lived for this. It had been such a long time since she was encouraged to be who she truly was, Silas had all but muzzled her in his attempt to make her more normal for everyone else.

"Fried piggies dressed in suits! Fried piggies in ugly dresses!"

She twirled gleefully as she tripped those being choked by smoke, her club finding a bowed head here and there to thump. "Salad is gonna be mad when he finds out Thraah too me out for FUN." She grabbed a coifed wig off a pedestrian and held it out for Thraah. "Burn?"

Thraah

 

[Thraah]

"Burn!"
Thraah heartily agreed touching her hand to the ridiculous thing and setting it aflame. Wigs burned pretty well it turned out and her smile brightened as she hear the hair crackle and spit.
They were getting noticed now.
People were finding it hard to NOT notice really.
Thraah unhooked her chain from her belt as she noticed a man with a truly fucking stupid mustache point at her. So she whipped at his hand and bloodied it earning herself a pained yelp as a reward.
"PISS OFF!"
She barked and the man obliged, clutching his bloodied fingers in his other hand.
It was easy for her to think now that she had spent too much time among the high born fucks that ran this place.
The Academy was crawling with them.
So she didn't want to be reminded of Silas, especially after the last night at the Kitchen.
Her blood still boiled at the thought of it all. Just, how stinking unfair it all was to Stormy.

Victoria Von Fleet