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Sep 26, 2021 8:04 AM
Hasira rescues Wakka and Rikku (in true Ira style)
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By the time Hasira reaches Bevelle the white-hot fury she'd felt at the news that Rikku was locked up has cooled to a far more terrifying frozen, righteous wrath. She's barely rested the entire journey, but she can't feel that right now.

Right now she has a mission. And she has no intention of failing.

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Bevelle, the glittering jewel in Yevon’s crown, rises before her. Some say the city was great enough to repel Sin. 

She will blend in here, one of many repentant souls. 

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She's not really all that repentant. Although she has, for a change, taken pains to hide the weapons she carries. She makes her way through the city, stopping only when necessary to quietly find her way to the prison.

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The prison is only accessible through the temple of Yevon at the city's heart. It's heavily guarded, and there is a good chance of being found out before she got any where near the Via Purifico.

The guardhouse, sprawling two streets back from the temple, may give her better insight to how to get inside. Or, at least, will give her the opportunity to wring some necks.

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Well. She needs to do something with all this anger. So she approaches, intent on getting answers. By force if necessary.

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A couple of guards try to stop her when she gets close, pointing “forbidden” machina at her. 

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She lifts an eyebrow. "Guards of Yevon using machina. How delightfully hypocritical."

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“What are you doing here? Civilians are not allowed!” 

Guns cock. 

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"I wouldn't exactly call myself a civilian," Hasira's smile is far from pleasant as she aims a thunder spell at their weapons. She'll give them a chance to cooperate with her before she hurts them.

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The weapons jolt and die, becoming useless. 

One of the guards pulls out a sword. “You can’t do that! Our weapons are the gift of Yevon!” He sounds truly insulted. 

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"And I'm Al Bhed. Who Yevon decried as heretics because we use the machina." Lightning sparks at her fingertips, anger lending her strength.

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“An Al Bhed?!” 

“The airship! Were you with the airship?!” 

“It doesn’t matter, she’s a heretic!”

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She laughs. "I would've taken great glee in being on that airship."

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One of the soldiers raises his sword, and swipes at her.

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She blocks the sword with her arm - which will still cause her injury - steps in close and headbutts him. Her other hand flashes out towards the other soldier, unleashing a bolt of lightning at him.

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The soldier headbutted, he stumbles back, cursing. 

The one hit with the lightning bolt convulses, froths, and drops to the ground, presumably dead.

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Hasira follows after the one she headbutted, getting a hand to his collar. "Now. You can tell me what I want to know, or I can disassemble this entire garrison."

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Gurgle. Gurgle. "Traitor," he says, forced out between teeth.

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"Hard to be a traitor to something you don't believe in."

She grabs the sword from his hand and drives it through him.

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Gurgle. Dead.

The commotion has gathered a few witnesses, but none of the civilian ones seem keen to start anything with the woman.

The soldiers, however, are a different story.

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Are they going to think twice if they're facing a cackling Hasira with a sword in one hand and lightning in the other?

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They would be smart to. However, they are loyal to Yevon, and so charge at her.

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Still cackling, she throws the thundara spell, and dives into the fray. Al Bhed or not, she's no slouch with a sword.

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The soldiers are no match for her, clumsily trained and too reliant on machina. 

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Good. She'll make sure to leave someone alive. Preferably someone important looking.

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There's a man with a more elaborate uniform, trying to punch his machina back online, shooting panicked looks at the woman mowing her way through his forces.

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