Even when you don't speak of the devil, she appears anyway—Vandal's like that, annoying, always everywhere or nowhere or anywhere in between. Hearing about paint has definitely attracted her attention enough to tempt her out of hiding, creeping towards the group with a limp in her step and a glimmer of mischief in her neon eyes. Painting herself comes secondary to painting other people, and she knows just who to target among the gathered Typhooners.
She approaches the paint, nosing him kindly as she passes him (she's careful, though, not touching any of the painted bits so that she doesn't accidentally ruin his masterpiece). The outer edges of her eyes crinkle as she flashes Snare an impish smile, dipping her talons into electric-blue paint. For a second, she simply stands there, immobile—and then she's whirling around and throwing a lob of paint towards Lucifer.
She approaches the paint, nosing him kindly as she passes him (she's careful, though, not touching any of the painted bits so that she doesn't accidentally ruin his masterpiece). The outer edges of her eyes crinkle as she flashes Snare an impish smile, dipping her talons into electric-blue paint. For a second, she simply stands there, immobile—and then she's whirling around and throwing a lob of paint towards Lucifer.
KISS MY ROTTEN HEAD AND PULL THE PLUG
MAXINE 'VANDAL' ROUX
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON