#fromavarice

      Miranda was hardly expecting a text from Vera, needless to say. Although the gorgon and mermaid were close as friends, usually Vera did not text Miri at this time of night. If anything, the two kept their texting hours in the day, and usually remained as either complaining about lesser monsters or asking advice on something. It was respectable, as were the two, although Miranda did wish she was even closer to Vera. After all, the highly esteemed must stick together, right?

      Miranda herself wasn’t doing anything, merely catching up on the news from back home, and she perked her head up at the sound of hissing snakes- her ringtone for Vera’s texts. Quickly picking up her phone, she read through what Vera had sent her.

                                            And Miranda’s blood began to boil.

      Hunters were an uncommon sight for merpeople- typically no one wanted to mess with the kingdom, although a few lesser merfolk were picked off to be used in spells or even in soup. It wasn’t a big deal, and so the royals never truly got involved in such a mess, and hunters usually were replaced by assassins for Miranda, not bounty hunters aiming to pin down a proper royal, terrifying as they were when fully grown. Yet her friends were not always as lucky, and that really, really irked Miranda, who quickly texted Vera back a single message.

[ TO: Honorary Royalty 🐍 ] [ txt ]: I’m on my way.

      Heading out, Miranda did not hesitate to grab one critical item, her mind a little blurred by rage to think clearly about what she was planning to do. It was simply a purse which held her usual necessities for a proper murder, some of which being really good earplugs, an enchanted bag to dull the senses, a good assortment of knives and weapons, and a few vials of poison. Standard stuff for her, really, but she knew exactly what she was going to do when it came to punishing the person who thought it okay to dare mess with her friends.

      The chariot Miranda summoned certainly was going well above the speed limit- but why worry about the cops when you’re a princess? Really, she arrived at the abandoned theater in record time, quickly stepping out and having her serfs drive the chariot a few miles away, just to make sure they wouldn’t be affected by what was coming. She had to search around for a bit (considering the doors were locked to keep people out- something that always failed), but once she found it, there was no hesitance in the way Miranda pushed her way through a makeshift entrance in the side of the building. Yeah, it was definitely cold in here, and Miranda shivered slightly, but she had a natural antifreeze in her blood and did not have to worry about the same sluggishness that Vera would. Not to mention she had grabbed a jacket, which sat snugly around her shoulders.

Alright… this one… This one was a rough one. Goddamn. It wasn’t as if he was necessarily scared of the one that payed his bills in exchange for dirty work… He just had a very healthy professional respect for the gorgon and her criminal enterprise. 

He very much liked to keep it that way - but … He was never one to back down from a dare either. Especially from all these smug little witches from the Anonymous Coven. 

“Fine!” He growled before turning over towards Vera’s table in the lunch room, “Hey, Boss! I’ll work any jobs for free for one week if you let me complete this stupid dare. Two weeks if I don’t fuckin’ get bit.”

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15 - a text for help 

       Liam had bit of a bad run in with the local school slayer. Which was never exactly a statement he wished he never had to admit, considering the school slayer. But he’d been enthralled in reading about some old, probably unknown artist when she had got the drop on him, literally. She dropped from the ceiling, and threatened him with a stake. 

      After their skirmish, leaving Liam with a bit of a stab wound in his shoulder and a burn on his hand from the loss of his hand while he bolted for safety in the bathrooms, he collapsed in a shaded corner. Hidden from the doors and out of the sun as he panted. Looking to his burnt, stinging hand, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried his best to type with one hand. To the first conversation he saw, Vera. 

[ TO: Vera ]

[ text ]: Vera 

[ text ]: hellp 

[ text ]: i’m stuck in the bathrooms, I got ambushed by the slayer ( save your laughter for later ), and I have no way free, or I’ll get more sunburnt than I already am 

@fromavarice  | The Real Shadows

Them as a person : “Vera is terrifying. And I mean that in a general sense. She’s ruthless, but strong, and caring. She is a soft soul wrapped in scales and murderous-ness. And she’d probably try and murder me for saying that.”

Level of attractiveness : “She’s one of the most aesthetically pleasing people at this school, still don’t know why everyone is asking me about ‘attractiveness’.”

What annoys them most : “Again, she’d probably kill me if I said anything about this... but what annoys me most about her is how she treats some important things as menial, and how she acts tough.”

What they like the most : “She values me, as a friend and as a familiar. I feel lucky to be able to help her and her business.”

What they’d do if they were locked in a closet together for 4 hours : “I don’t know. I guess I’d leave that up to her.”

Overall opinion : “I’d do a lot of things for her. She’s a good friend, and I’m glad to be able to help her.”

Nope! There’s more glitter all over her now, and this time it sparkled gold! Vivi can feel the little bits covering her nose, her having to hold breathing through her nose or mouth until she cleared her face off.