"Aradia?"
"Serket."
"Wh-Why are you here?" Stammered the other girl. The faintest hint of a lisp shone through her speech due to the two massive fangs protruding from her mouth. Luckily the troll language is full of polsives and there was little for a lisp to show through in.
"I am here, Serket, to wake you up. And..." Said the robotic Aradia, chassis shining in the faux-sunlight of the Land of Maps and Treasure. "I'm here to get my revenge."
Fast as lightning, She struck, driving her fist into Vriska's gut. Blue blood sprayed from Vriskas mouth where her fangs cut her lips.
"One for myself, and my personal pleasure." Intoned Aradia, never breaking the robotic, slightly supernatural monotone. With a flick of her wrists, Vriska was sent flying into the wooden ruins, sheer momentum bringing the structure down around her head.
"One for The Cripple, who lost a great treasure." Vriska shot back to the soulbot, where a robotic arm was out stretched, waiting for Vriskas throat. With a crunch, Vriskas head jerked back, just enough to save her life.
"One for the blind girl, who no longer hates you." With another flick of her wrist, Aradia pulled Vriska by her very stomach, slamming her into the wall. The second girl lay there, moaning and coughing up blood. The blue liquid seeped out from her broken body, staining the wood around her a brilliant blue hue.
"One for the dead, whom you-"
"Aradia?" Said Tavros. His eyes were locked on the broken bluebloods body. The robot remained expressionless for a few seconds, before turning back to Vriska.
"Your punishment is not yet over Serket. But you have paid the bloodprice for most of your deeds. I belive Terezi can administer the final payment without killing you. I'm not sure I could." And with that, the Mechanical automaton that was the new Aradia raised a hand. Something blue and a bit spikey floated next to her hand for a moment, and then they both disappeared in a flash of blue light.
Tavros slowly drove the rocket car over to Vriskas broken form. Reaching down awkwardly, he managed to get a pulse. Vriska was beaten, but not dead.
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Somewhere on Prospit, another Vriska awoke to a startling sight. Terezi Pyrope was by no means ugly, but hers was not a face Vriska wished to see smiling as soon as she awoke.
Terezi, with a calm demeanor not at all different to Aridias ruthless beating, just raised her hand.
This time, the slap not only stung, but it bruised.
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Vriska's body ached. She had been running about Prospit every time she slept for months now. Her penance for 'crimes committed'. Frankly, she thought she should have been done a long time ago, but telling Terezi that wouldn't end well.
Vriska would be done when Vriska was done.
She took another sniff, trying to pinpoint her surroundings. Terezi had blindfolded her upon her awakening, claiming that it would help her feel how Terezi did. Terezi carried through, even attempting to teach Vriska how to smell instead of see. The attempt wasn't working very well, but Terezi would be damned before she admitted defeat.
Well, maybe not a total failure. Vriska found that she could smell colors, but the clarity of the 'sight' was... Something to be desired.
Vriska headed left, down the street, hopefully on the path to her tower. She could hear Terezi's footsteps following behind her, the contrast between Terezi's steady strides and Vriska's lumbering, dis-coordinated steps almost comical.
Another step.
Another step.
Another - THUNK.
Mocking laughter emenated from Terezi as Vriska smashed into a golden house. The perplexed prospitan peeked out from his door, looking for the source of the commotion. He took one look at the blindfolded Vriska and laughing Terezi and ducked back inside. Vriska grabbed the blindfold, but stopped as a cane pressed in on the soft bottom of her mouth.
"Don't take it off, Serket. Remember, your still in Purgatory. You still haven't paid the full price." Growled Terezi, snatching Vriskas chin and drawing the other girl close.
"No! I don't care! Who cares! No-one cares! Why are you doing this? You said you enjoyed the, and I quote, 'plethora of sights and smells' that you now experience!" Vriska cried, straining over the head of the cane.
"Now I never said that," said Terezi, sugar dripping off her words in stark contrast to the emotions of the conversation. The effect was a menacing idea left floating. A awkward silence followed her words.
"Now, Serket, run."
Vriska took off, tearing through the twisting, fractal streets of Prospit. Terezi chased after Vriska at a more relaxed pace. She had all the time in the world.
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