☾ there is no night that we love so well

[sadustic]

Who: Sadu Dotharl (sadustic) & you nerds!
What: Any excuse to hunt some dweebs is a good excuse. Early event chaos as Sadu displays her usual level of empathy for the accused: zero.
When: Spooptober event time
Where: Out and about Olympia
Warning(s): Violence, ye olde cussing, general rowdiness. Possibly lightly toasting a few things.

★ ONE: THE HUNT

[ Sadu is among the first wave to begin combing the streets for the rascally lil' devils responsible for the explosion at the market - crossing and re-crossing the outer fringes of the explosive radius (without straying too close, of course, she has no interest in being put into convalescence for the forseeable future). So far there's been very little to go by. A few scraps of shredded clothing, a dusty footprint or two... but Sadu is nothing if not irritatingly tenacious and continues to circle in wider and wider orbits, threading between alleys and people alike with her gaze fixed intently on something that's caught her interest as she walks.

Unfortunately that also means she's less concerned about plowing right through crowds and simply trampling anyone that gets in her way. Perhaps you're minding your own business or looking for a few culprits yourself - either way, there's very little warning for suddenly having a Xaela up in your business with a distinctly caustic presence that entirely belies her small stature. ]

Out of the way, weakling.

[ What's more insulting: the insult, or the fact she's not bothering to see who she's practically chest-bumping out of the way? ]

★ TWO: FALLING STARS

[ Well. Apparently Sadu's found her quarry.

Approximately an hour after dusk proper, a plume of dense, oily black smoke begins to rise a few blocks away from the market, an ominous omen indeed when not counting the equally worrying glow indicative of several somethings rapidly becoming charcoal briquettes.

Further investigation will lead curious onlookers to what was once a green area semi-courtyard outside some quaint shopfronts... and what now more closely resembles something like the inside of a fireplace. The roaring flames are such that Sadu herself is particularly difficult to spot behind the flickering light and heat shimmer, ensconced squarely at the center of a patch of scorched plantlife.
The associate she faces is a slim, unassuming woman at first glance; mousy brown hair, glasses, casual attire like any regular civilian. Give her a briefcase and she'd take to a business casual environment like a duck to water.

And speaking of water.

The staff in the Khatun's hands flares a piercing blue before spitting a sizeable fireball at the woman who, surprisingly, doesn't attempt to dodge. Instead, there's a massive gout of steam on impact, leaving behind the associate who is apparently completely unharmed.
Return fire comes in the form of a completely unanticipated stream of pressurized water that punches through the protective ring of flames wreathing Sadu, forcing her to retreat.

Two guesses what power businesswoman has.
The ability to liquefy oneself at will, and then manipulate that water. Guess how much that sucks for a fire mage? ]

★ THREE: WILDCARD

[ Choose your own adventure! ]

Comments

[verflair]

[ X’rhun has faced down a great many things in his life, rom men to magitek to demons, and not least of which a Voidsent queen. Sadu, no matter how angry, how vengeful, doesn’t quite compare. He maintains his grip on her arm and glares right back, determined in the face of her anger. ]

I won’t stand idly by and watch you kill her! What if she holds a clue to curing the disease they’ve spread?

[sadustic]

Tch. You've interrupted my hunt for that?!

[ YOU TRAITOR.

To say the look she gives him is 'scornful' is being very tame indeed. With the arm not currently trapped in his grasp, Sadu gestures dismissively at the humanoid shape trapped in the circle of fire, the flames dimming just the tiniest bit.

Because she's a RESPONSIBLE KHATUN and ENDLESSLY GENEROUS she'll compromise just this once. ]

Ask your questions from here, if you must. Be swift about it.

[verflair]

Your hunt?

[ Gods, it makes him angry that she treats this as a sport. As if people— as if Alisaie— isn’t suffering because of this woman and those she works for. Their lives are forfeit because of the chaos they’ve wrought, certainly, but not like this. Not at the whims of some fireball-flinging Xaela out looking for some thrills. ]

What will you do, then, if she proves useful?

[sadustic]

[ X'rhun, sweetheart. A dead associate is a safe associate.
Why, exactly, he's getting so wound up over something so minor is utterly baffling to Sadu. It's common sense not to leave an able warrior alive if they pose a threat. ]

That remains to be seen. Speak your piece or look for answers elsewhere.

[ she's gonna kill her, no doubt about it.
Providing the associate in question doesn't try to feed them false information out of spite or a misguided sense of self-preservation, Sadu isn't so out of touch with civility that she'd stoop to torture tactics. A clean death is not only honourable, but much more efficient. ]

[verflair]

[ He glares at her for a heartbeat longer, but he knows a losing battle when he sees it. Would that they had more time, he would try to sway her, but every moment he spends hopelessly chiding Sadu is a moment too long for those who have taken ill.

X’rhun releases his grip on the Xaela’s arm, turning sharply towards the woman in the wreath of flame. ]

You there, as you can see I’ve convinced her to stay her hand, but only if you have information to give. This sickness, what do you know of it? Is there a cure?