A Little Less than Revenge [CLOSED]

A scowl formed across Rachael's lips as she tread through the streets of unfamiliar territory. While she was indeed familiar with the man who ran this entire... country? Nation? Who gave a flying fuck. The girl was here for one person and one person only. That person was NOT Hayden. It was someone else entirely. Someone who humiliated her en masse in front of a massive live audience. The girl was so utterly furious that she could feel her rage fully ready to burst right out of her poor little chest. The feeling was so intense, so powerful that the girl wanted to beat the living shit out of this woman if only to stop the feeling from festering inside of her any longer more so than to get actual revenge at this point.

But right now, she was having doubts. Why was that? Each step she took towards this god forsaken coffee shop was another spent distressed from the dual agonies of self-doubt and extreme malice. Yet there was no reason to feel doubt, was there? The last time she and Mirja fought, they were nigh equals the entire fight. Rachael only lost because of a miscalculation, as her ego was entirely too inflated. It still was, the girl wouldn't deny, but again, she was too preoccupied in trying to find Mirja and teach her a lesson to focus on changing a core part of her person. There was more to be done right now. Or at least, that's how it was in her head.

After days of trying to travel to this particular city and at least two hours worth of searching, Rachael finally found her destination. The coffee shop that was supposedly owned, or at least run by, Mirja... whatever the fuck her last name was. By the time Rachael realized she didn't know what the woman's last name was, she had already pushed the door open with a shaky hand and stepped inside the building. Her eyes switched from their typical golden color to a deep red as she activated her more useful power. The moment this happened, her eyes locked on Mirja. Or at least, her outline. Whether or not the woman was surprised to see Rachael crawling back to her for a second match was not what the girl cared about right now. The only thing on her mind was the urge to tear this woman to pieces.

Whether or not this woman was in the immediate vicinity was not one of Rachael's concerns, not was it on her mind. The first thing she did upon pushing the door open was take a deep breath and yell at the top of her lungs.

"MIRJAAAAAAA!!!"

Whether or not the woman was in the building, it would be made clear that Rachael was looking for her. Someone here would be able to tell her where the woman was, as it was clearly open and in the middle of they day. Making an ass of herself wasn't really something the girl cared about either. It was something she was used to, so there were little to no fucks for the girl to give. She had one purpose and she was here to make sure she saw it through.