Vriska: Make them pay

[stealsluck]

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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[stealsluck]

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?"

[hamburellakind]

"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!"

[stealsluck]

"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."

[hamburellakind]

"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.

[stealsluck]

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.

[hamburellakind]

"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..."

[stealsluck]

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."

[hamburellakind]

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.

[stealsluck]

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.