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Characters: Kanaya Maryam, Vriska Serket
Location: Back alley in Death City
Rating: PG-13
Time: 10/24, while the Watch meeting is in full swing
Description: Kanaya's gonna make Vriska pay.

Kanaya doesn't even know where to start looking for Vriska, but the best places to find her are where she'd be creeping around out of sight. She doesn't trust her luck that much, given that they're in the middle of day, but she'll look and look and look until she finds her.

She has to make her pay, after all.

She's exhausted, and really, she doesn't know how much she'll be able to do. But the important thing is that she at least tries; that's the whole reason why she's out there in the first place, instead of doing the prudent thing and resting first.

She turns another corner, hoping to find her soon.

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Kanaya was--ironically enough--very much in luck.

Vriska had spent the past few hours idling in the back streets, resorting in the absence of rest to sitting--alternately perched alert or lounging more comfortably--on a pile of crates and watching with her vision eightfold as humans (and one dragon which had been a bit of a shock) traversed the street proper, busy with petty errands.

Oh, she'd tried to sleep, but it had been a useless effort--even on the eighth floor, the chatter and hum of the populace had penetrated her primitive windows, and after a while she'd finally given up on it in favour of... this.

It wasn't like she had anything else to do.

Edited 2011-03-01 16:30 (UTC)

No, it wouldn't be much longer at all until Kanaya found her. She turned to see Vriska sitting on a crate like she didn't have a care in the world. Her lips curl back, and her anger returns in full force. Being in the desert had helped her to think, but now all of that would probably be for nothing.

"Vriska."

Vriska turned sharply, her attention focusing in on Kanaya with an alacrity that bordered on the piercing, though muted with surprise. There was a second's delay--then she regained her words and jumped to her feet, landing with practised agility to approach the greenblood. "What're you doing here?"

There was something strange about this--something strange about her, but for once Vriska's paranoia wasn't strong enough to completely strangle the mild relief and smug satisfaction at seeing Kanaya... the expression on her face, however, was; her steps slowed warily, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Something was definitely off.

Edited 2011-03-01 16:53 (UTC)

Kanaya crosses her arms, her expression never wavering. "Looking for you."

Looking for...

Vriska's brow creased, and one side furrowed, leaving her with a critical, somewhat darkened expression. "Well, here I am." Something testy leaked into her voice, something hard, and she stood her ground, studying Kanaya suspiciously. "What do you want?"

Kanaya smiles, now. Yeah, that time in the desert didn't matter, because she's still going to beat the ever loving shit out of Vriska, and it will be fun.

So instead of saying anything, she runs at her and punches her in the face.

Had it been anyone else, she would have ducked.

Had it been anyone else, she could have ducked.

Had it been anyone else... but when Kanaya ran at her, Vriska's brain locked up just enough, her eyes had just enough time to widen, her muscles stiffening in instinctive recognition of what was about to happen. Then Kanaya's fist connected with her face, knocking her sideways and bringing with it a burst of pain that coupled with the taste of blood inside her mouth disbelief, shock, and anger coloured her features. She staggered back, her hands rising to cover her mouth.

"What--?!"

How had she even gotten that hit in?

Edited 2011-03-01 23:50 (UTC)

Kanaya lets loose a few more punches to take advantage of Vriska's shock, though they aren't as strong as that first one had been.

"This is for what you did to Kurt."

Vriska was honestly too surprised to retaliate at first, and the blows landed one after another, backing her up even further while she struggled to get a grip on the situation. Then Kanaya spoke up and snapped her out of her shock. Kurt?! The words landed like blows, weak ones, and Vriska ducked the last punch, grabbing for Kanaya's wrists with typical force and aggression, blood oozing from a split lip as she bared her fangs ever so slightly.

"For Kurt?" Mingled disgust and disbelief all but dripped from her voice.

"For my friend."

It took more effort than Kanaya would be willing to admit for her to pull her arm out of Vriska's grip, but the instant she does, it's back to the blows.

The blows hammered in again. Vriska could taste the blood more thoroughly now, had a mouth full of it; a tooth broke free, the crack audible to her own ears, and she felt it--a sharp, sudden spike of pain that lanced through her jaw and echoed through her skull. It was swallowed by accident in the violence, scraping the roof of her mouth before it went down.

She jerked back, trying to dodge and weave, to duck out of it, but Kanaya was relentless; finally she snapped and dove forward with a snarl, trying to knock her to the ground.

Edited 2011-03-02 00:31 (UTC)

And it was a success, and Kanaya falls. She only takes a few seconds to catch her breath, keeping her defenses up while she does, before going after Vriska again.

Vriska's lips were pulled all the way back in a bloody snarl now though, and she had the upper hand--in a very literal sense, in fact, for she was the one on top. Kanaya's fists hammered into her, but she was nearly beyond this pain, at least momentarily--anger and a sense of self-righteousness and self-preservation gave her power as she went for her (former? ex?) moirail's arms, intending to grab her by the wrists and twist them back, painfully even; Kanaya Maryam was not going to get the better of Vriska Serket.

To say she was slightly stunned by this violence from the greenblood would have been an understatement, though--in a way, her fighting back was mostly a formality. In some small corner of her mind, in some small fragment of her thinking brain, despite the pain and anger, Vriska wanted to see what she would do.

Edited 2011-03-02 02:16 (UTC)

Kanaya's able to dodge that, though, and she grabs Vriska's brastrap, pulling her in to get a better, stronger punch. She's not quite thinking clearly anymore, and all she cares about now is revenge.

Vriska barely had time to register surprise at Kanaya's tactic before the other girl's fist cracked across her face. This time, however, it landed squarely in the space between her nose and eyes. There was an audible crack of cartilage and chitin, one she felt all the way down in her teeth, and the wire metal frames of her glasses buckled, snapping like cheap timber beneath the force of the punch. Blood spattered, and the sharp metal ends sliced open her face above the eye, dappling Kanaya with cerulean.

The sound that came from her was less a snarl and more a bestial expression of pain and fury, her fangs stained rich blue with her own blood.

Kanaya is aware of the sensation of the wire and glass cutting her hand, and she hears Vriska's cry. But she doesn't care anymore; she's too far gone now.

She's barely paying attention to what she's doing, until Vriska collapses on top of her, and she finally comes to her senses.

Kanaya doesn't get her senses together until Vriska falls down on top of her, and she lets the force of Vriska's weight push her down. She catches her breath, finally, for the first time in what felt like forever. She just stays down, and stares up at the sky.

It doesn't last too long, though, because she knows she has to get moving. She has her tiny moment of peace, where she can revel in her victory, and now it's time to start on her way. She stands up, barely, and does her best tp pick up Vriska, draping her arm around her shoulders. Time to get going.

He would've gone earlier after her -- but the mission was, for the most part, tiring, and he badly needed rest. The Ottoman was eager to help, but not a fool; he knows the impulse to save and protect must be tempered with a sound mind, one that he won't achieve if he's just going to charge without so much as taking a few minutes to breathe and be still.

And when he was alright, and when he can feel his limbs again, he ran over the city looking for her, listening to the sounds in the quiet alleys and streets (they'd probably want to be uninterrupted, if this is something to be settled one on one), asking questions. Tracing the blood on the streets. He knows a petty grudge when he sees one. Too many of his children lose their lives for such things, he's not going to let that repeat even here.

It takes him a while, but he finally finds then. And when he does, he speaks to her with a grim voice. "Kanaya."

(He knew they were violent. He'd been warned. He wished they were rational, but even that, apparently, was too much to ask.)

She's a little scared when she hears someone coming, but when she sees who it is, she relaxes - about three hairs. She knows he won't approve, and his tone only confirms it. But there's no time for that now; she has to help Vriska. She adjusts Vriska on her shoulder, and looks up at him.

"I need to get her to the clinic. Can you help me?"

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I... I did my best.

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