Justice is my being allowed to do whatever I like. [ CLOSED ]

[heterochrocatic]

Who: Catra, Setsuna, Richard Washburn, Adora shows up later.
What: Catra has racked up a Violation and is getting her just reward
Where: Gym/Exec Level
When: After Planker's punishing obstacle course
Warnings/Notes: PUNISHMENT. Catra is gonna get zapped pretty bad. Physical abuse, mental and emotional anguish.

Catra had done something stupid. She knew she'd done something stupid and yet she couldn't find it in herself to care overly much. She had been so angry, so exhausted, after her run through that torture chamber Planker called an obstacle course she had gone for him, hoping to at least claw a few reminders that she wasn't to be fucked with into his skin.

Unfortunately, a quick zap from the embedded... whatever it was inside of her had put a stop to it and she found herself flat on the floor with the asshole yelling at her, demanding she run the course again to make sure she 'learned her goddamned lesson.' And so she had, teeth grit and anger pouring from every inch of her body. She had run it again with Adora in tow, been cut and bruised and shocked and humiliated again in a dozen small ways until at last she had labored free. Then, of course, she had been summoned. Summoned by Washburn so that she could be given a stern talking to, no doubt. Setsuna had been dragged along too, probably because she had been her partner in crime during the inciting incident, and was needed to give evidence. Or just to be yelled at. Catra, still feeling disgusting, stepped out onto the executive level and made her way past chattering office workers and executive assistants. So far she had pointedly ignored Setsuna--she didn't want to talk to anyone, she just wanted to claws every single bastard's eyes out and gloat about it.

The receptionist took one look (and one whiff) of the pair and then hurried them inside a side room, saying that 'Mister Washburn will be right with you.' That left the pair in a closed little lounge-slash-meeting room with sleek, modern furniture far nicer than anything that they saw on their own level. Catra immediately sprawled across one of the couches, kicking her feet up.

"If he expects me to say sorry, he has another thing coming..." She said sullenly, half to herself.

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[princesspower]

Adora's in better shape than either of them and again she finds herself wishing to be She-Ra. She laughs along with Setsuna, an exhausted smile curving over her face.

"Kind of wish I still had the sword. I could carry both of you without a problem..."

[heterochrocatic]

"What, that you and here are really alike? 'Causer it's true!" Catra protests. Her voice is weary but she makes herself keep moving, one foot in front of the other. Every step is another one closer to the sweet, sweet relief of hot water and the removal of this stink from her fur.

"I can't believe they got you but not the sword--wait, right. Broken. Ugh."

[passifloraincarnata]

This line of thought catches Setsuna off guard, and she does a slight stumble in her walk, eyes blinking wide. "Does Adora ... have a magical transformation friend, too?"

She ... doesn't say 'fairy', she doesn't assume everything works the way it does for Cures as it does everywhere else, but she's startled enough it's a near thing.

[princesspower]

"I, uh, had a sword, but it's broken... I guess Swift Wind count as a magical transformation friend?" She shoulders the door open. Home stretch. Showers are just around the corner.

"I broke the sword before I got here, though..."

[heterochrocatic]

"I still can't believe you broke it. Well, I can. Because that's exactly something you would do. But--Actually never mind." Catra trails off. She's not in the shape to have this conversation and she can't focus. Her head hurts, along with everything else.

"This place sucks," she croaks after a moment of silence.