~And I know it's just a dream
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*Bar, somewhere in Veniva
Loud, awful noises are heard within the bar's premises. The sound of wood cracking was accompanied by the sound of bones cracking as the joints were tore, limb from limb. "All right, you dirty little shits. You've got until a count of three to bring your boss right here before I start tearing your hearts out and shoving them right into your asses!" Clara, as her usual self, picked a fight in a bar full of thugs that was handled by one of the biggest crime lords in the whole of Veniva. Her goal? Kill said boss that kidnapped a wealthy business man that was en route to Mianne. Sounds noble? Not really. After she's done with the boss, Clara will then strip the man of all his money and send him to the butcher by the alley. Reason? Good liver and clean intestines are hard to come by nowadays and people pay a helluva lot for it.
"So you've managed to kill five of us? You think you're strong?! You're surrounded, you b***h! We'll enjoy our time feasting on your whole body before we cut your head off and feed it to the pigs!" Men. Always driven by the same goal: Sex. Clara began to slowly count to three as her attackers brought our their knives, swords, bats and guns. "One..." Clara looked at all of them with a smile on her face as the thugs charged. "Three." Clara suddenly dashed forward before disappearing into thin air. "She didn't even count two! Where the hell is that woman?! Clara then suddenly appeared behind them with her smiling face replaced that of a smile of a psychotic murderer. Screams of agony and shrieks that begged for mercy then took over the whole bar as bones were shattered, muscles were torn and the flesh was ripped apart. Two minutes later, the bar was painted with blood. "N-Noo...S-Stay back...! H-Help meeee....!" One thug was left, with all of his bones still intact but he was covered by the blood of his comrades. "Two choices: Call your boss now or end up like one of them." Clara said as she looked down on the crying thug before motioning her head as a cue for the thug to call his boss.
The thug ran up the stairs and barged his way inside a dimly lit room. A fat man was laying down on a bed with three women on top of him, all of which are naked. At the corner of the room, a man is tied up on a chair, struggling to break free. "B-Boss!" The thug exclaimed as fear took over his speech. "What is it? Can't you see I'm busy and...oh god. Why are you covered in blood?! Where are the others?!" The thug, as a reply pointed his fingers down the stairs as he collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down his face. The fat man then stood up and threw all of the women on top of him aside, he grabbed the thug by the collar as he lift the thug up. "Tell me, boy. What happened--" Before he could even finish what he was going to say, Clara appeared at the door. Her hands soaked with blood. "I hate waiting so I came up. Did your lackey tell you what happened?" Clara said as she slowly walked towards the man. "You..! I know you! You're the b***h that got hold of--"Interruped again, Clara lopped the head of the man before it rolled on the other side of the room. Turning her gaze at the still crying thug, she grabbed his shirt and threw him outside the window. They were on the third floor.
The business man's cry of help turned to happiness as Clara walked towards him with a smile on her face. She undid the ropes and pulled the man up. "T-Thank you so much. How can I ever repay your kindness?" Clara then tilted her head and opened her palm, as if asking a parent for allowance. "Ah yes, yes. You youngsters need money nowadays don't you? Here ya go. It's all of the money I have on me right now." The man said as he handed Clara a whole briefcase of money. Clara giggled as the man looked at her with confusion. "Thanks for that. I'm sure you're heading off somewhere, want me to see you off? Veniva's a deadly place so I suggest you take me up on the offer." Without hesitation, the man nodded his head as the both of them went outside. Unbeknownst to the man, Clara's money bonus is yet to come.
Upon arriving at the butchery, Clara went inside as she motioned the man to follow her. "Wait...Isn't this a butchery shop? What are we gonna do here?" Clara's bright and smiling face earlier changed into that of pure anger as she violently pulled the man inside. "No questions, just go inside you fat c**t. Your train'll come shortly." As soon as she said that, a tall, mascular man holding two butcher knives approached them. "This the one, Clara?" The man asked as Clara nodded in reply. "W-Wait...! What's going on? Who is this guy?" The butcher and Clara looked at each other and laughed. "He's the conductor of the train you'll be riding. A one way trip to hell!" Before the business man could even react, the butcher sliced the man's stomach and examined it. "Now here's the real deal. Nice. All right, just like I promised, fifty grand." The butcher said as he handed Clara another briefcase. Clara then waved her hands goodbye before going back to the Western Desert Bandits.
Doing the dirty work of the WDB has always been Clara's choice. It wasn't forced to her but rather, she took it upon herself. So she could stand proud beside the one she looks up to the most, the WDB's leader, Francium Murmur. This way, she can make the WDB known throughout the whole world and be feared and most importantly, to be recognized by Francium.
As Clara walked in the silent but deadly city of Veniva, she found herself in the city's plaza. The eeriness of the whole place reminded her of home. With a smile, she extended her arms to the sides as she slowly rose up from the ground. Her scarlet-red hair began to glow as her feet began to emit a blue, piercing light. "Blau Cremisi, Third Augment: Ventus Raid!" Clara then flew from the ground at supersonic speeds as she dashed above the sky, heading back home. After thirty minutes or so, she landed at the edge of the Western Desert, just a few walks away to the hideout, seemingly out of breath and gasping for air. "Seems that I need to practice more...Damn, that can take a lot out of me. Note to self: Only use it for short seconds and not minutes."
As Clara sluggishly walked to the hideout, she slammed the door open once she was at the entrance, startling many of the bandits residing there. She tossed the briefcase at the floor and said. "No one touches that...If I see one buck missing from any of those suitcases...I''ll...snap your damn necks like twigs..." Every bandit looked at her with slight confusion as she made her way to a sofa and laid there to rest. "You." Clara said as she pointed towards a random bandit. The bandit pointed to himself, reaffirming if it was him who she pointed. Clara nodded and said. "Wake me up when the boss gets here...Don't wake me otherwise." Clara then slowly dozed off and a few seconds later, she was snoring and it was loud. Every bandit simply shook their heads and said. "Classic Clara."
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Now I'm blind, I can open my eyes.~
[[OOC: Sorry if it's really long. I might not be able to post regularly because of our second term starting tomorrow so I decided to throw in this really long post. Hope you guys don't mind. (:]]