Reaper The Hedgehog

Reaper is in the back of a small alternative bar where she usually performs with her band. She's just come off the stage, sweat dripping, her guitar still slung over her shoulder. Zephyrus shows up unexpectedly, as usual, trying to play the annoying older brother. Bleast arrives soon after. The conversation starts off heated and full of familiar tension... with that sarcastic Reaper twist. Zephyrus: leaning against the wall, arms crossed Playing in those holes again, little sister? I thought Mommy gave you more ambition than that. Reaper: taking off his guitar and tossing his hair to the side Too much ambition suffocates. And look who's speaking... the king of emotional chaos. looks him up and down Do you want an autograph or are you just here to disrupt my after-show? Bleast: entering, headphones around his neck I just came for the pizza. They say they have one with chili peppers that tastes like pure fire. Reaper: snickering Wow, that's Mom's inheritance, Bleast. Be careful you don't end up spitting flames like me. Zephyrus: rolling eyes You two are a traveling circus. Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep the family sane. Reaper: approaching with a defiant look Sanity? That died when Scourge decided to become a father. I'm not here to follow anyone's script, Z. she takes a can of spray paint from her backpack and writes "Freedom > Tradition" on a nearby wall And before you say anything... yes, it's illegal. And yes, I know exactly what I'm doing. Bleast: eating a slice of pizza he mysteriously already had Man... sometimes I think you were born with a tongue sharper than any firepower. Reaper: looking at them both with a smirk Words hurt more than punches, baby. And I know how to use both. she crosses her arms, the spiked bracelet reflecting the purple light of the alley Now… are you going to keep judging me or are you going to come on stage with me tomorrow? The city is full of trapped voices that need a little poetic chaos.