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Date Posted: 17:31:24 05/01/02 Wed
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Arcane
's message, "first real post" on 19:10:27 04/27/02 Sat
People were staring. They always stared when she did this. Ava continued wiping the blood off of her sword and onto the grass, careful not to dull the sharp edges. A group of older men looked her over and laughed, not quite believing such a young and tiny girl could try to kill and not only feel no qualms about it but succeed ninety-nine percent of the time. This above all else enraged her. Eighteen was an adult age, and being female did not automatically create invisible boundaries as to what she could and could not do to make a living and in what manner she was to lead her life.
She slid her sword back into its scabbard and, as she was passing them, grabbed the biggest fellow, a half-human half-goat, by the neck and smashed him against the side of a nearby building. Her stength and the force of the move shocked him and he did nothing but stare as she removed a small dagger from its hiding place on her thigh and slammed it into his shoulder. He cried out sharply and his friends slowly began to back away. Ava smiled darkly.
"It's rude to stare," she said simply, as if this was all the explanation that was necessary for stabbing a mere onlooker. "And it's ruder to judge."
She pulled the dagger back out and returned it to its holding place, walking away as he writhered to the ground, holding his wounded arm. Fine; he nor any who had witnessed this act would cross her, which was just as well. She was not here to make friends.
"Ava! Ava, is it really you! Oh my gods, Ava!" Or at least not any new ones.
"Yes Fifi," she sighed, giving in to the fact that if she ran, Fifi would only find her at an even more inconvenient moment. People were beginning to sneak glances at them. Fifi was not exactly inconspicuous, what with her bright and wrongly dyed pink hair and excessive unnecessary glitter face paint obsession. Why, oh why, did the gods make us sisters? she wondered, certainly not for the first time.
"Oh wow, did you do that?" Fifi asked, gesturing toward the wounded man. Ava was about to commit an act of violence for the second time in less than five minutes when a sturdy man with dark hair ran directly into her. She looked up quickly, ready to meet his eyes scornfully and demand he move, but something about him made her stop herself. He was about a decade her senior, with green eyes that showed he too had seen more than his fair share of death for his years. She felt she had met him before. Fifi batted her long, fake, and, as always, glittering eyelashes at him. Ava felt she would be sick.
"And who are you?" Fifi breathed "suductively". Yes, she would definitely be sick.
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