☾ 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

[judicia]

Or more dangerous.

( If Anders wasn't so polite, he'd probably be emulating that Neil deGrasse Tyson meme right now with his arms raised. Instead, he just raises a brow, hoping to wrangle in her determination with a little more cautionary metaphor, )

Backing an animal into a corner only makes them more likely to bite. ( He knows this from personal experience. Also, ) If you haven't fought this person before, you don't know what they may be capable of.