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She hadn't seen a great many other trolls in Chittentown looking for the same stuff she was after- High quality goods being sold for chump change because the sellers just had no idea what they got their hands on. She was on a beetle budget, and couldn't afford anything out of her range... and she needed to turn a profit. Pirating things just wasn't working out, nor, was her work attempting to fix things.

She needed to go back to the olden days of scams. Sighing she walked over to a stall selling various clothes, bumping bast a yellow blood. She didn't even apologize.

Atiqua was pretty dang sure she'd never seen this troll in her life. Nope. Totally hadn't. Never. Nu-uh. Zip. Zilch. No. In fact she would deny it so much that it would have been very obvious that yeah she knew this troll but greatly wished she did not. Said troll was an old scam and Atiqua was sad that after all this time, she'd thought she'd have simply faded into obscurity by now but alas. She was remembered.

"Er-" She started. What did you tell a troll you scammed as a kid? Sorry? Well that not cut nobody's cheese or something. Did you run? Well normally yeah but now the other troll had risen their voice kinda and dang whoops attention. "I'm walking?" She backed away and cringed as she noticed the dropped fabrics. THAT she'd give herself, was not her fault. That was on the other troll's buttermits.

"Or well, I was walking until you stopped me via street harassment."

There were a lot of things in the world Atiqua could take. Seadad being slow and useless. Annoying trolls like this one who thought they were so much better because they looked so much better than her and could make stuff. Heck Atiqua had nearly no shame in shouting at others in a public venue or about gerbils and how others sucked and the like.

But out of all things in the world, in all of Alternia, there was always one thing you never should utter to Atiqua or let her hear about.

And that was if you dissed her hat.
Her hat was her pride, the mark of her captaincy, her rank. Sure, self created but it meant something to her, and to have it insulted? No, she'd not stand for it. Ever.

"No." Atiqua was seething. Teeth barred, sharp points in a scowl as she stormed after Vremea. Grabbing the other teen's shoulder, she slapped the yellowblood and hissed. "Nobody talks trash 'bout the hat." Eyes narrowed. "Nobody."

By now a few trolls had gathered, some taking bets. After all, what was better than a good old fight in streets, blood and gore and violence for the whole hive unit. Atiqua wasn't going for gore or anything of that sort, just to show that out of everything, you didn't disrespect the hat. No- that was just going TOO far. And Vremea had.

"You don't know nothin." She hissed, pulling out her weapon. "You don't do a lot of things to trolls outta respect, and one is you always respect a captain's hat."

"Always."

Granted Atiqua didn't even have a ship but hey one step at a time. Shooting out her blaster edge, the teal blood was focused on showing he meant business.

HP: 17
dmg: 4

"Yes a hat! My hat! A captain's hat!" Atiqua was infuriated and to easily wrapped up in being offended to noticed that the bets had been places and those gathered were now hoping for the scuffle to be taken too far.

She'd not, because she wouldn't kill someone over her hat. Maim maybe, beat up sure, but killing was taking it too far even for her.

"I- I-" Stuttering in embarrassment at the fact she was just captain of her hive but not a real ship or anything yet. Grunting from the blow, unfilled eyes glared back at her opponent. "My- I'll be a captain of the best ship Alternia has ever known!" She aimed again, firing the bladed disk at something Vremea held dear- her materials.

"Blood color be damned!"

HP: 13
DMG: 6

The rock aimed true, getting the teal blood in the eye and causing a pained screech, though it was merely superficial. Pain mixed with burned pride and fury. The hat comment might have started this, but now Atiqua was making things personal, making them about her and how some low blood dared insult her. This was why they needed stability, why the rebellion forces were things to be stamped out, it gave low bloods the idea they had any right to insult, to back talk-

"You damn yellow blood trash!" She ran at the other girl, anger burning in her uncolored eyes. "So desperate you'd resort to throwing trash, refuse- though I suppose I shouldn't have expected honor from your kind." It was hypocritical, and non-nonsensical. She was just a teal. Hardly high blood. She was middle. At best maybe she'd become an assistant officer. But still- she fancied herself a captain. "Your kind need it beaten into you I guess."

HP: 13
DMG: 2

She sneered. At the end of the night, every night, nothing would change. Atiqua comforted herself in this. Mid-blood she might be, but no one saw her immediately as a threat. A tool perhaps. Not low enough to be discounted, not high enough to be completely hated. Yet she was above those like this yellow, those who would forever be stuck with the jobs that would enslave and be torment and be a lifetime of toil for nothing.

At least to Antiqua, her toil might mean something, it might give her the means to be given more than others.
"You should bow your head yellowblood- maybe I'll let it slide- if you acknowledge that you're nothing more than a bottom feeder of course." She hissed as she was hit, eyes narrowing into a glare. "Or you could just ask me to cull you early and be done with it!"

The crowd that had gathered to watch was now cheering- and the bloodlust in the air was growing. Antiqua didn't think it worth killing someone over words but dang it was tempting.


HP: 8
DMG: 2

For a fleeting moment, Atiqua thought she'd gotten some sort of respect. That her clout had earned her what she so craved- authority. Yet that crumpled as the yellowblood spoke, and anger ran red hot like fire. A slap to the other teen mingled with a hiss.

"One day when I have my ship, I'll find out just what you want most." Atiqua glared making a show of cleaning her weapon with a throw away cloth.

"And when it comes, I'll use my ship to hunt it down, I'll use my right to privateer to take it from you, and there will be nothing you will be able to do to stop me." Her sneer was ugly and she knew it, she knew she was being cruel, but the yellowblood was beneath her. She was weak, not a threat. She was low blood.

"Consider that your warning. One day I WILL be a captain of my own ship and you best hope I will have forgotten your face by then." Smug in her victory, Atiqua did what she felt was only proper, a tip of her hat. The crowd wanted blood but she ignored them. They'd be time for that another night.

DMG: 4 oh snap