They're different from us / Which means they can't be trusted

[fireovershadow]

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

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Closed! Bluest and Kaelis

[fireovershadow]

Arson and thievery!

Re: Closed! Bluest and Kaelis

[bluestheart]

Bluest padded in quietly after Kaelis, silent as a cat. She'd been quiet most of the evening, unusually so, and her only response to Kaelis was a short nod. She gave the shop a cursory once-over, and then walked further in, balancing her weight just so in order to keep the floorboards from creaking too badly. It was a practiced habit.

She was rarely bothered by things. Death had been an ordinary thing for her since she'd been a child, and circumstances hadn't changed much since then. She didn't like the idea of people being hurt, no, but she understood that sometimes it had to be done to get a point across, to defend yourself, to defend someone else. But the deaths recently were violence for violence's sake. It'd been happening for a while, she knew, but the lack of action on her end of things...that time was over for now. Something about this particular form of violence was frightening to her, and although she lacked understanding of why it was, the knowledge would come later.

"Yeah," she finally muttered. "Let's get this over

[fireovershadow]

"May as well get the haul to the back," she said softly, moving through the storage room and into the shop proper, slipping over the counter. Box with a nice lot of cash should be around here somewhere, and Hell if she was going to let that go up in flames. Least that was something less bleak in this regular shit-box of an evening. First came out the gunpowder she'd bought with her, laid on the counter quietly. They'd be needing that.

It took a moment of rummaging before she found the cash box, broke it open with practiced ease and emptied the contents into her bag. Not a bad trade, explosives for money. Any other night it would've made this feel a bit more like business.

"Won't take too long." Not that it was much comfort. Not that it'd make this any better, either.

Open! Anyone you like

[fireovershadow]

Reply to this comment or start threads below it. Kaelis and Bluest will be long gone and the blaze is going to be extremely hard to get under control - charred shop skeleton is likely going to be the best you can get.

War and Roy, primarily, but open to others?

[carmined]

She didn't really sleep - didn't need to - so when the alarm went up, people running through the streets, shouts of 'Fire!', she was up and moving pretty fast. There was something...powerful about watching a good blaze, and she figured she could do a lot worse for nighttime entertainment than finding a good spot of cover and watching a building go up in flames.

Didn't take long, though, for her to realize just where the crowd was running, and with her anger raging higher and higher the more turns she took through the streets to get to her very own shop, she followed along, her sword (newly reverted to a sword, much to her delight, after that ridiculous costume fiasco) slung comfortably over her back

Re: War and Roy, primarily, but open to others?

[eatshootsnleves]

A voice sounded behind her, low and weary. "Damn."

That was it. Regret, resignation. Nothing more. Roy had had too long a night with too many other things to worry about to bother that much with a bunch of damn bits of metal. Arrows he'd fletched by the barrel, bows carefully shaped and bent... maybe he'd feel the hit more in the morning.

But in the end it was only things, and good things just didn't last.

[carmined]

She didn't move. Within her, things were warring oddly (pun not intended), resulting in her inability to tear her eyes away from the sight of the flames rising high into the night.

If it hadn't been her shop, her work, her weaponry, she would have been able to appreciate the beauty of those flames - they had always appealed to her, after all. But there was a taint to it now, an irony she was not appreciating.

Her fists tightened, long nails digging into her palms.

"I think it's about time we did something about all this," she murmured, as the blood dripped down her fingers.