They're different from us / Which means they can't be trusted
WHO: Kaelis [fireovershadow] & Bluest [bluestheart]; open
WHAT: Time to teach those Off-Worlders a lesson
WHERE: Arsenal & War
WHEN: The dead of the night! Late evening, the day Chataya found Lya's body.
Note: This is going to start off with a thread that is closed to Kaelis and Bluest, but you can start threads set AFTER that with whoever you like! Just know that Kaelis and Bluest will be out of there and the blaze will be fierce, and if you have any questions then feel free to grab me on AIM or sneak over to this Convenient OOC Post.
They had a pattern, her and Blue, that wasn't really a pattern so much as a habit, because patterns made you easy for those idiots to predict, as Blue had told her when Kaelis had first started tagging along. The pattern was that when things were tight, or they wanted to make sure it didn't get tight, or sometimes if they just needed something to do, they'd take what they could. No people get hurt, no guilt over an evening of taking things from people who could afford to lose them. Simple, really.
Now, Kaelis wasn't a girl liked to see people getting hurt. Lately they had, all that nightmare nonsense, but it hadn't been so bad just after. These people though, the Off-Worlders, they seemed to make getting hurt all the more likely, and now people who'd breathed in Rivelata all their lives were dropping off in ways that they shouldn't. No. Kaelis weren't going to stand for that.
Flicking gunpowder into the lock of the back door, snapping her fingers to ignite a spark and watching the lock give way, all that came easy. She pushed the door open, revealing the storage that she assumed had to lead through to the front. Arrows, she noted, would help with some of the kindling to get it going, though with all the gunpowder she was toting odds were they wouldn't need it.
"All right, Blue?" she asked softly, stepping through the doorway.
WHAT: Time to teach those Off-Worlders a lesson
WHERE: Arsenal & War
WHEN: The dead of the night! Late evening, the day Chataya found Lya's body.
Note: This is going to start off with a thread that is closed to Kaelis and Bluest, but you can start threads set AFTER that with whoever you like! Just know that Kaelis and Bluest will be out of there and the blaze will be fierce, and if you have any questions then feel free to grab me on AIM or sneak over to this Convenient OOC Post.
They had a pattern, her and Blue, that wasn't really a pattern so much as a habit, because patterns made you easy for those idiots to predict, as Blue had told her when Kaelis had first started tagging along. The pattern was that when things were tight, or they wanted to make sure it didn't get tight, or sometimes if they just needed something to do, they'd take what they could. No people get hurt, no guilt over an evening of taking things from people who could afford to lose them. Simple, really.
Now, Kaelis wasn't a girl liked to see people getting hurt. Lately they had, all that nightmare nonsense, but it hadn't been so bad just after. These people though, the Off-Worlders, they seemed to make getting hurt all the more likely, and now people who'd breathed in Rivelata all their lives were dropping off in ways that they shouldn't. No. Kaelis weren't going to stand for that.
Flicking gunpowder into the lock of the back door, snapping her fingers to ignite a spark and watching the lock give way, all that came easy. She pushed the door open, revealing the storage that she assumed had to lead through to the front. Arrows, she noted, would help with some of the kindling to get it going, though with all the gunpowder she was toting odds were they wouldn't need it.
"All right, Blue?" she asked softly, stepping through the doorway.