Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)
She was hoping for something a little juicier then that. Ahh well. There was one last thing for the cloaked demon jester to do, which was start setting fires.
Setting the bags of flour she'd taken around windows, she knew the heat would shatter the glass and air would rush in, scattering the flour into the air where it would immediately ignite, set around places where she hadn't managed to set up incendiary Piñatas, cutting the bags in certain places to make them easier to scatter, and likely to tip over if disturbed.
She saved about half of it to simply scatter behind her as she suddenly started flying through the halls, trailing a cloud behind her while she lit oil soaked paper and carpet as she passed, before taking her time to make Sure the fire took. She stayed far enough away to protect her outfit, hurling flames behind her and continuing to viciously ignite the building before leaving through the same window she'd entered through.
After that she acrobatically tumbled to the ground, flying without flying, and dominated the first guard she saw, and putting his partner to sleep, bringing the dominated guard to stand next to her. Go tell the others to just let it burn, form a line,
keep the people from entering, or helping, when they ask you why, tell them it's Orders. And tell the common folk the Nobles didn't like the last opera. she told him plainly, the command simple and easy to follow, nor outside anything the guard wouldn't normally do. Following Orders was Specifically what he was paid to follow. When he was away, no matter how many fucking times she had to Try and put the other to sleep, she'd drag him to the steps and wait with him, stroking his cheek, letting her influence constantly seep into his mind, all the while holding his loaded pistol just in case it Still didn't work and he turned into a dickhead she had to suddenly shoot in the face.