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sorry to SPOIL the fun

Who: Stephanie Brown and YOU
What: Being a villain instead of a hero ;(
When: Tonight!
Where: The city
Rating: PG

Despite the snow and the cold, Stephanie is out and about. After finding quite a few pretty necklaces and rings to wear for the upcoming celebration, it makes sense to reward her hard fifteen minutes of thieving by... thieving some more, of course. And causing some general disturbances in the city.

Paradisa is so freakin' boring. It needed to be New Year's already.

Her face is covered by a black mask, obscuring her features, and the rest of her is covered in purple, including her hood and cape. It was time to spoil someone's night.

[[ooc: If you want your character to get mugged or almost get mugged, feel free to toss 'em here. I'll have a few sections where they can encounter ~*~*~THE SPOILER~*~*~ ;) ]]

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"I'm always sure. This is a great opportunity to start something that could be entertaining for months and months. I mean, if he has no idea who it is that killed him, he'd probably go crazy from paranoia alone. You might be a suspect, but--oh, I could even get in on this. Who would suspect the cute blonde, right?"

She sounds way too excited.

Now that's even more tempting. If there's anything that he dislikes about Stephanie, it's her naïvety about the necessity of death in changing the world... but at the same time, isn't that who Stephanie is?

"You would kill?"

She looks at him like he's crazy.

"Uh, yeah. I just said so, didn't I? Now, will you get off me?"

He pauses for a moment, and then gets off her.

Stephanie sits up, rubbing at her hip momentarily.

"I got this stuff, which I would have shown you if you hadn't dropped me like that," she says, pulling out a necklace that glimmers in the dim lighting. "It'd probably be a little too outrageous to incorporate this in the fun, wouldn't it?"

Maybe she'd just keep the pretty stuff. Lucrezia had a lot of it--and a thong, apparently. Stephanie left that behind.

He stands, and then offers her a hand to help her up.

"What would stolen jewelry change in an assassination?"

She looks at his hand, then gets up on her own.

"We could leave something near his body. Doubt anyone would point a finger at Lucrezia, though, but it just being there would mess with her, too."

It didn't need to make sense.

"The more confusion the better, I think."

He shakes his head.

"No, Stephanie. That is now how proper assassinations work. They are a public statement of disapproval, of retribution –– we do not blame innocents. They know it is us, but they cannot move against us without proof. That is how it will be."

"Murder is murder. Screw being proper about it. And it only makes sense to mess with them both, because why just go after him? She's just as likely to be a problem. She's already been a problem."

"No!"

This topic irritates him. He can't have her blessing if it's just to be a common murderer.

"I am not Rodrigo Borgia. Hurting innocent women and children is not my goal; I will not needlessly torture them, even if they have been cruel, because they are not guilty of the crimes I seek justice for."

She rolls her eyes.

"Okay, how about this--you kill him your way, I kill him my way. We can take turns."

She wasn't in this for justice. Just for something to do.

"Are you mad?" he snaps. "No! It is my kill. My mission is not a game."

"Whatever, it's not like your name is printed on his forehead." She crosses her arms over her chest. "Leave the mission at home. Paradisa's for fun, or at least it should be."

"So what do you intend to do? Kill my mark for fun before I can?"

She grins at that. "What, like a competition? If you say so."

His voice drops to a growl.

"Stephanie, do not dare."

There's a little bounce, on the balls of her feet.

"Why not?"

Maybe he could threaten, but she sincerely doubted he'd hurt her. Assassins weren't that scary.