>>21389229>>21390091`We are to use paint? And from a can, no less?`
**It's crude. It's clever.**
> "But don't lead them to us! They will know who we are!""That is the idea."
In large, looping, bold letters Persephone sprays a single word across the bar top: PANDEMONIUM. The flames grow closer until the still wet paint is sparked to life and the words goes up in flame, searing into the dark countertop. With the message sent, perhaps quite literally, Persephone resumes dancing to Pandora's music amidst the burning club.
"Physical calling cards are not our speciality, Pandora. But if you wished to let them know where to find us have they any... concerns, we would not object. We imagine Onigiri and Miss Omega would be thrilled to know we have... made a name for ourselves."
A name. Ironic, as that is exactly what a powerhouse of a woman now demands as she towers over Persephone. The flames embolden Persephone, and where she might once have wished to boldly lay claim to all of this, the arrogance of this... emerald-eyed woman to speak to her as such necessitates something more.
"A name? You see what is happening and you ask for a name? Do you also request this of the flames which rend your house to ruin? Do you stop to speak to the trees murdered in the name of decoration to adorn your walls? Do you give name to the feeling that overcomes you as we bring chaos to your doorstep? If you spent half as much time working out your brain as you do your... physique, perhaps you would understand the situation. You own this place, no doubt."
>[The Black Witch smirks. Make a name.]"You enthral us. Captivate us."
>[Without breaking eye contact, the drink is dropped, with ice and shards of glass scattering at the two women's feet.]"The name we have taken is Persephone. She is Pandora. And we are now your problem."
