[h2][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/77024-spectrum-a-dark-adventure-in-a-world-of-color-full/ooc?page=2#post-2425818]Violet De La Fontaine[/url][/h2] 

Long lashes sleepily fluttered ajar as Violet adjusted to waking up from a peaceful nap. Fingers lazily parted embellished curtains veiling the fancy onyx covered carriage’s window. Satisfied with the progress she straightened her posture, glancing to the glistening rapiers placed delicately on the seat across. She had been traveling for some time and restlessness began to slowly consume her. Traveling was not a particular pastime she enjoyed though she did roam quite often. Perhaps if she could share the time among company, the trips would be bearable. 

The coliseum was her destination for she longed to watch or participate in the tournaments since picking up a weapon. Her deceased husband had never allowed Violet to attend, calling the games something along the lines of barbaric though he had enjoyed watching. Since his passing she had made this want a top priority, and finally found some time to do so. Frightened neighing along with a sudden stop forced the heir’s body forward a couple of inches unexpectedly. An arched brow hidden beneath silky bangs quirked as she sat forward, placing both hands on the velveteen seat. They could not have arrived as she had just peeked outside, and they were still following the path before the gates.  

[color=#8f8fa4]“Why have we stopped Aldric?"[/color] Ire could be heard as she raised her voice just enough for him to hear. Silence followed though some movement could be felt. Just about the time Violet placed her hand upon the latch to see what was happening it swung away from her, and she nearly went with it.

[i]“Oh, Sorry Miss! Seems there has been a bit of a delay, if you will.”[/i] A roguish fellow in worn attire bowed his head briefly before offering a hand. Upon observation Violet could instantly tell that this was no normal helpful citizen, a marauder in retrospect yet he had come alone. A mistake he would later regret. A subtly vicious smile crossed glossy lips as her hand was placed atop his, gracefully treading down from the doorsteps to the ground. Before exiting the carriage she had taken it upon herself to tuck a rapier into her belt holder. 

[i]“I have to check your carriage Ma’am, weapons are no longer permitted upon entry. It’s been decreed."[/i] This stranger said with a smug smirk while leaning into the open carriage door, and retrieved the second of Violet’s set rightly named so. Première was the larger of the two held in her right hand while Deuxième was the smallest held in her offhand. Really, the order did not matter as Violet was versed equally in both hands. Relentless practice went into ambidexterity, and she prided herself in learning it. Amethyst orbs eyed the sword snug in the stranger’s hilt before quickly taking hold of her rapier. Her assailant chuckled when catching sight of the provoked naively stepping forward till his vest button rested against the weapons point. 

[i]“You wouldn’t in fear of staining your lovely dress, isn’t that right dear? But, I’ll indulge you. Here.”[/i] His free hand unsheathed the silver longsword while tossing Deuxième to the ground. His edge tapped the rapier away but she countered instantly, returning the point directly in the center of his chest. 

He scoffed before tapping the weapon away once more in order to lunge at her but she evaded, side stepping and slashing a piece of his dress sleeve. She continued on like this, toying with him. Pretty soon a once intact vest had been serrated to thin strips. This opponent was too focused on trying to detect her next move that she began to feel a bit too confident, and underestimated his next move. Eyes widened as one of her pendants that had been placed on Violet’s lavender dress popped off by the flat of his steel. This piece fell to the ground, a pearl disconnecting from it as well and rolled beside a blade of grass. Narrowing intense hues she followed with a flurry of slashes in rapid succession, feet inching forward while he crept back. She was able to get him on bended knee after he lost balance, and pressed the sharp end to his trachea, drawing a single drop of blood.

[color=#8f8fa4]“You’ll be covering that.”[/color] Violet demanded sternly. After dropping his sword a hand reached into what was left of his vest to retrieve a billfold. Shakily he handed it to her but there wasn’t enough to cover a glass of wine at a tavern.

[color=#8f8fa4]“Nevermind.”[/color] Giving a sigh she carelessly tossed the leather wallet by his side. She did not even need his money as she could purchase another pin just the same. It was the fact that he had tried to take from her that caused her actions. All the while, her driver had been laid on the ground still as a mouse with a bloody lip.

[color=#8f8fa4]“I can take it from here. Aldric, send my things to the closest inn...and you, leave at once.”[/color] Words were flung like jagged throwing knives while eyes launched their own daggers at the man before he stood and ran off toward the opposite direction of town. She picked up Deuxième and placed both weapons in their decorative belt holsters. Walking the rest of the way by foot she refused to carry anything further, her servant would drop her belongings off but for now some fresh air was needed. 

Platinum blond hair swung behind her, decorated with an ivory bloomed rose near fringe bangs, which hung above stunning violet hues. The petite woman thought about shopping for a broach but the Coliseum drew her attention more so than jewelry.