Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)
Helena slid her hand through her hair in the shadows, turning it shock red again, resuming her more elven form, before pulling the mask over her face. She'd Gladly give it that push.
Vive la révolution Helena muttered to herself, turning to take a bag of powder from the guards, tossing it into the fabrics of the shop and hitting it with a ball of flame, another building and more evidence of her actual presence destroyed.
With this done, she turned, one bag of powder left, and started to tumble through the streets, laughing softly, looking for a lively tavern or bar. Somewhere that alcohol flowed, inhibitions were low, and talk of a powder keg city could be heard. She wanted to see it Burn, Needed to see it fall.