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Vriska: Make them pay

Who: Vriska Serket and all who've wronged her
Where: All through the mansion
When: Throughout the event
Rating: R for death and violence.
Summary: Vriska has some scores to settle.
Note: I've put specific threads for the people she's going after immediately; feel free to add threads for anyone who wants to run into her and/or get sucked into a revenge spiral too
The Story:

[Vriska on a normal day is not above a healthy dose of revenge. She's already been dying to get vengeance on certain people in this mansion, she's just been biding her time. And it seems the Mansion is as susceptible to her luck manipulation as anyone else because today when she wakes up, she just knows: it's time.

For the most part, she's working not to be seen. But if you're lucky enough to catch her between revenge sprees, you might have a chance at rational conversation. Maybe. As rational as Vriska gets]

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[John broke her heart. That's unforgivable. She's been trying to push past that but there's no way around it now: he has to pay for what he did to her.

And what better way to pay him back than by breaking his heart, getting revenge on another of her targets at the same time. Because you'd better believe she blames Dave for this, and that he spied on her makes him even more ripe for the hurting.

As such, Dave will receive a box outside his door. Inside is a device rigged to explode when opened, although given that this is Vriska there's an 80% chance it won't work. But that's okay, because if it's dropped or knocked it's liable to blow up anyway]

[Dave honestly isn't sure what to think of the box. It's not terribly heavy, and as far as he's aware of it's unmarked. He shrugs, taking it inside the room with him and shutting the door.

He opens the box.

This is where his luck is shit, since this is the rare time that it actually works like it's supposed to. It explodes in his hands, and his body goes flying straight into the wall, limp and extremely burned.

It's probably a good thing that he's dead, rather than suffering through the intense agony of the severe burns and shrapnel embedded into his body. Also a thanks to Jade for reaping him before this actually happened.]

This. This was unforgivable. Vriska had to know there was a line. They would never be friends if she thought-- if this was going to happen again, he would just--

John flew as fast as he could to Vriska's room, Zuko trailing behind. After that weird encounter with Sokka, he wasn't getting detained again. He'd lose his nerve, wouldn't he?

Maybe not. He was too pissed to imagine not being angry.

The door was easy enough to knock off its hinges with a quick blast of air, then he was inside. "Vriska, what were you thinking?!"

Vriska looked up as the door blew open, unable to help feeling a little vindicated as she saw John. Now he knew, knew exactly what she felt and how torn to shreds her blood-pumper was.

And it was cute how he thought he could stand up to her. She knew someone else like that, someone who thought he could stop her before she used his own weapon against him.

"I'm going to assume that means it worked? Huh. Guess this is my lucky day after all."

Her dice were in hand, just ready to roll the moment she felt she could justify it. Which meant letting him get in first because that way it was self defence and it wasn't like anything he did was going to leave her unable to strike back.

John pulled out a hammer and held it at the ready. "You can't do shit like that, Vriska. It doesn't matter how mad you get, that is not okay. How am I supposed to forgive something like that?!"

He couldn't. He couldn't let this go. He wanted to hurt her too.

Somewhere, he knew that didn't sound like him. But he couldn't resist it. He had to do something.

So, wind rushing him towards her, he went in for a strike to her abdomen.

Vriska simply smirked. They always thought telling her how not okay her actions were would make her roll over and beg for mercy. Shows how well they knew her.

As he moved to strike low she flew upwards, rolling the dice. As the final of the eight settled she transformed, Ancestral Awakening in full effect. Taking a moment to settle the weight of the cutlass in her hand she lunged forward, slashing downwards to try and strike at him.

John rolled away, the weight of the hammer swinging back into the wall. The reverberations of the hit threw him off balance, though he managed to avoid that first slash.

"You hurt me." John lifted the hammer again, swinging it sideways, aiming for her side.

Vriska brought the sword around to parry, snarling at his words. "Not fun, is it? Having someone you thought you could rely on stomp on your feelings like that. Or did you really thing you were going to get away with what you did?"

John swings again, mindless with his anger.

"I thought you might come to your senses. I thought you might realize I didn't do this just to hurt you." Swing. "It had nothing to do with you." Swing! "I just want to be happy!"

One of the blows catches her wing and she fumbles just a little; when she looks up again her eyes are blazing with rage because the one thing worse than all of this is what is to her mind his admission that he had forgotten about her. That's how it translates and her fury shows in the flurry of slashes she tries to get in.

"Everything I did for you and this is how you repay me?! You would have been nothing without me! Nothing! And then you turn your back on me the moment it's not convenient?"

"You weren't here!" John's movements are getting less and less coordinated. He's too angry too think straight. He just needs his anger to stop. This seems like the only way.

"I needed you here and you weren't and I couldn't-- I couldn't talk to you about any of it. And even if I did, you still would have been mad!"

"So now we're blaming me for things that are out of my control? Wow, just keep buying into the same bullshit everyone else does."

Her own movements are getting frenzied, her rage building even as it spills out.

"And here I thought you were different. But you're not. Just the same as all the rest of them."

"So what, this is my fault? That's not how emotions work, Vriska!"

His hammer is heavy, and he's swinging it so hard that he's tiring out faster than normal. But he's still going. He's still mad.

Vriska draws back, her next slash aimed squarely at the arm holding the hammer. That's where she's been going wrong; she's let him hold onto it for too long.

"Yes, it is! People call me selfish and maybe I am but at least I can stand up and admit it!" Not quite, and she's never shown remorse for it but she's always been one for double standards. "All you've ever done is make excuse after excuse for why none of this is your fault!"

Again, hypocritical. But she's not thinking straight; all she can see is that he hurt her and then has the gall to call her out on her retaliation.

"It isn't my fault that I don't feel that way about you!"

And that's all he can say before he's hissing in pain and dropping the hammer, her cut managing to go rather deep. His arm falls limply to his side and he just stands there, gaping.

"Vriska..."

She's got the bloodlust now, that taste of weakness that drives her to press on for outright victory. She aims another slash downwards, towards his torso this time.

"I always get my revenge, John. Always. It'd pay for you to remember that."

The attack connects, and John cries out in pain. She's got him. He's not going to win this.

Fuck.

He wants to stay standing, to at least get back at her by dying on his feet or-- something. But his legs give out and he's on his knees, bleeding and bleeding and bleeding.

Vriska pauses a moment, just to make sure he's not getting up.

Then she throws the sword to the ground, allowing it to clatter before the effect wears off. Dice back in her specibus, she stalks out of her room. Time to find somewhere else to hole up for now.

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