Post by Reyn on Jun 12, 2022 15:17:40 GMT
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🜾⠀bear witness, one and all, to the perfect crime!
Today, her name was Raven: Raven... Madd.
Ugh.
'twas a tad contrived, she had to admit, but such things never mattered as much as she thought they did. Oh, her persona had an odd moniker? Hmm-mm, that might be the case, but can you name what's underneath? Better still, can you catch it? She's a criminal, darling- you have far more pressing things to worry about than her stage-name! Victims don't tend to leave positive reviews, regardless of reason! This fuck certainly hadn't, at least.
Leviticus aep Strüdelwall wasn't much better, anyway- oh, you just knew this guy came from money, walking around with a name like that. It was a shame—a crying shame—that he was one of the only voices that carried much weight in the arts. A bad review from him could ruin a person, and he was never one to shy away from the trigger. He had killed her already, you see; slandered her show at the Newtown Central Theatre, throwing her to the dogs of both the industry and the underground.
She had a motive. That was all the Court needed.
Those two gold-masked mysteries had approached her a few nights prior, bringing whispers of retribution alongside the requisite mockery. Could she take a document for them? Could she rob his manor? It would bring the bastard to justice- prove his guilt in the eyes of the court, allowing them to finally, finally set the wheels of justice into motion. It had to be stealthy, they said. That was the part she ignored.
So, here she was, document in hand, getting ready to leave the nobleman's manor. She wasn't going to go quietly, of course. Not for him- he wouldn't let her live quietly, so why should he get the luxury? She threw a vase onto the floor on her way out. That was only the beginning. A city guard approached her as she finally left the manor, and she burned him to the ground.
With a snap of her fingers, the manor behind her followed suit.
Ugh.
'twas a tad contrived, she had to admit, but such things never mattered as much as she thought they did. Oh, her persona had an odd moniker? Hmm-mm, that might be the case, but can you name what's underneath? Better still, can you catch it? She's a criminal, darling- you have far more pressing things to worry about than her stage-name! Victims don't tend to leave positive reviews, regardless of reason! This fuck certainly hadn't, at least.
Leviticus aep Strüdelwall wasn't much better, anyway- oh, you just knew this guy came from money, walking around with a name like that. It was a shame—a crying shame—that he was one of the only voices that carried much weight in the arts. A bad review from him could ruin a person, and he was never one to shy away from the trigger. He had killed her already, you see; slandered her show at the Newtown Central Theatre, throwing her to the dogs of both the industry and the underground.
She had a motive. That was all the Court needed.
Those two gold-masked mysteries had approached her a few nights prior, bringing whispers of retribution alongside the requisite mockery. Could she take a document for them? Could she rob his manor? It would bring the bastard to justice- prove his guilt in the eyes of the court, allowing them to finally, finally set the wheels of justice into motion. It had to be stealthy, they said. That was the part she ignored.
So, here she was, document in hand, getting ready to leave the nobleman's manor. She wasn't going to go quietly, of course. Not for him- he wouldn't let her live quietly, so why should he get the luxury? She threw a vase onto the floor on her way out. That was only the beginning. A city guard approached her as she finally left the manor, and she burned him to the ground.
With a snap of her fingers, the manor behind her followed suit.
{OOC(+)}Raven fucking burns a guy's house down and is going to start doing MORE FUN SPECTACLE MURDERS come stop her or investigate or whatever. she might be recognisable as some hack stage magician whos shows are "just so artsy like you wouldnt get it man its too big brain for you its like performance art" pretentious types. theyre shit. shes shit. shes going to CRAZY MURDER YOU LOLLLL
hint hint this will point characters in the direction of the court of whispers if thats something you want to investigate later on :)
uhh ummmm
hint hint this will point characters in the direction of the court of whispers if thats something you want to investigate later on :)
uhh ummmm
