[color=007236]"Greetings, Ladies and Gentleman! Hold your applause, because the party has arrived!"[/color] screeched the mopheaded mentalcase as he came gallivanting into the dining hall with psychotic merriment.

[i] Oh good [/i] Chantrea grumbled inwardly, trying to remain focused on eating her meal in peace. 

The young woman had worked up quite the appetite whilst on leave from missions, and had made a large dent in her meal by the time blond haired nut plopped down opposite her with a tray full of meat. 

[color=007236]"Well if it isn't the Bulky Butterball!”[/color] he chirped in a squealy voice that made Chantrea want to kick his stupid teeth in. [color=007236]“Already raced to the buffet, hmm?”[/color] he teased, burrowing into her with his wild eyes.[color=007236] “Afraid you wouldn't be able to scrounge up some of that Slop?"[/color]

Chantrea wiped some cheese off of the corner of her mouth, raising her head slowly, hand tightening around her knife. 

Despite his loud mouth, her tormenter wasn’t all that big. Taller than her, easily, but that wasn’t unusual. He wasn’t exceptionally skinny, but Chantrea still had some serious bulk on him, and a year’s worth of training under the Sanctum’s tutelage. He looked like he’d been dragged straight out of a padded cell, so there was no telling what he’d be capable of in a fight, but Chantrea had gone up against nutcases in the past. 

She clenched the handle of her knife, its firm grip reassuring her, and stirring something dark and primal inside her gut. 

Thinking better of it, Chantrea inwardly composed herself, before scoffing down another forkful of macaroni and cheese. 


“If you’re looking for an easy target, I’d suggest you go pick on one of the punk kids you stumbled in here with.” She said in a sweet, calm voice which hid something vicious; long a jagged blade slathered in thick honey.  

“You peg me as someone who’s looking to spread as much woe and misery as they can before they kick the bucket, that’s probably why the guys and gals upstairs brought you on, so let me give you some advice…” She continued, pausing to stuff in another mouthful of hot food. 

“You’re like a spree killer, right? So when you’re stalking through the halls of the school, or the hospital, or the nursery, or wherever it is that you dream about running around and cutting up lots of screaming innocent people, the smart moneys on finding the weakest, most defenceless bastards you can sniff out, and making their finale moments as bloody and full of pain as you possibly can.” 

She paused for a moment, belching to clear some of the trapped gas out of her stomach. 

“You don’t go looking for the girl who is just as keen to spill you blood as you are hers, and is more likely to rip out your spine and choke you with it than she is to roll over and let you have your way.” She flashed him a quick smile, fluttering her eyelashes ever-so-slightly. 

“So do the smart thing; fuck off and find someone you can push around. What was it you called me earlier? ‘Porcine Princess?’ Well honey, not all pigs like to roll around in shit and eat out of a trough. Some of us have pretty sharp tusks, and will fucking gut you with them if rub us the wrong way one too many times.”

Chantrea held steely eye contact for a moment longer, before going back to spooning hearty portions of macaroni and cheese into her hungry maw.