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who ; Davesprite, Vriska and Bro
what ; Candlelit hate date for two Vriska thinks Davesprite has kidnapped John. Davesprite thinks Vriska killed John. They decide to have a party. No wait, I mean kill each other.
where ; In the air over one of the emptier residential zones. Sky battle hells yes
when ; NOW~
warning(s) ; Angst, violence, death (dun dun dunnnn)
Vriska was no stranger to screeching death-threats at people in a fit of rage. She'd done it too many times to count since arriving at Sacrosanct, after all - often for petty reasons, even by her standards.
But this time?
It wasn't just going to be a threat. Davesprite was dead.
Her wings fluttered rapidly as she hovered in the air, scanning the horizon for signs of Davesprite. Like hell was she letting him get the drop on her. No way. Without the Fluorite Octet to fight with, she was going to need every advantage she could get.
Not that she was worried. That feathery little shit had done something to John - sent him home? Kidnapped him? It didn't matter. He was going to pay, even if she had to kill him with her bare hands.
Man, she hoped she got to kill him with her bare hands.
Vriska smiled. And watched. And waited.
This was going to be easy as grubloaf.
what ; Candlelit hate date for two Vriska thinks Davesprite has kidnapped John. Davesprite thinks Vriska killed John. They decide to have a party. No wait, I mean kill each other.
where ; In the air over one of the emptier residential zones. Sky battle hells yes
when ; NOW~
warning(s) ; Angst, violence, death (dun dun dunnnn)
Vriska was no stranger to screeching death-threats at people in a fit of rage. She'd done it too many times to count since arriving at Sacrosanct, after all - often for petty reasons, even by her standards.
But this time?
It wasn't just going to be a threat. Davesprite was dead.
Her wings fluttered rapidly as she hovered in the air, scanning the horizon for signs of Davesprite. Like hell was she letting him get the drop on her. No way. Without the Fluorite Octet to fight with, she was going to need every advantage she could get.
Not that she was worried. That feathery little shit had done something to John - sent him home? Kidnapped him? It didn't matter. He was going to pay, even if she had to kill him with her bare hands.
Man, she hoped she got to kill him with her bare hands.
Vriska smiled. And watched. And waited.
This was going to be easy as grubloaf.