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The Park, Friday Afternoon (Before Detention's Visiting Hours)

Karla had been patrolling this morning and, Mother Night, was it such a rush. The ability to do as she pleased--so long as she was obeying the rules, of course!--when she pleased and where she pleased was practically intoxicating. She'd been skulking and hiding for so long, hoarding her Craft like a miser, Bah! What kind of life was what? She should have known she was on the wrong side from the moment she'd realized she couldn't be a proper witch as long as she was with the Resistance.

She was using Craft right now, in fact. There were flamingos and the odd squirrel that sometimes took it into their head to make noises at her. Karla was showing them exactly why one didn't sass one of the High Inquisitor's most faithful. No fatalities yet, but the reek of scorched feathers and singed fur lay heavy in the air.

In all, it was a good day.

[Anyone interested in talking to/tangling with an Imperio'd Karla before Ghanima fixes her, now is the time!]

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"NO!" Rapunzel screamed, trying to pull away, but Karla's hand was tangled in her hair, so she only got a couple of feet before the pain pulled her up short.

"Then say it," Karla told her. "Say it right now and I'll let you go."

Probably! Maybe? Sure.

Rapunzel shook her head, which also didn't work very well with Karla holding her hair like that. "I don't know what you want me to say!"

"That's too bad," Karla said, bringing the scissors in and sawing off hanks of hair. "We could probably start with your hair not being in an approved and regulated state."

Snip. Snip. Snip. went the scissors. The hair itself made no noise when it fell.

It should have heart, Rapunzel thought, like losing an arm. But it didn't. She didn't even feel it aside from a slight tugging sensation at her scalp.

A golden glow shot through those long locks. For the last time. As the glow faded, her hair seemed to lose color for a moment, fading from magical, to blond, and further, dropping to brunette.

Rapunzel knew that she was supposed to scream in protest, but she couldn't actually think of any words. She could only open her mouth in horror and stare.

Karla looked in surprise at the color-change. "I take it you weren't a natural blonde," she said, though she was barely aware of having made words at all. "Wait--were you using forbidden magic to dye your hair?!?"

"N-no!" Rapunzel was outright sobbing now. "I was b-born with it. With the magic..."

And now. Now it was gone.

Forever.

There had been magic. Karla'd been right to cut it off. That admission stopped her from feeling that annoying niggle of...guilt? Regret? Sorrow?

Whatever.

"You're lucky that's all I cut," she informed the girl coldly. "Now get back inside before I decided I'm not finished and shave you bald."

Rapunzel was shaking. And shaking her head.

"Doesn't matter," she sobbed. "Nothing matters." The only thing she'd been able to do, the only help she'd been able to offer anyone for the past year, and...

Now nothing.

Karla waved the scissors in front of Rapunzel's face again.

Snip snip.

That made Rapunzel recoil, stumbling over her own feet as she tried to get away from them.

"And this little girlie went 'wah wah wah' all the way home," Karla said, smirking in satisfaction. "Go back to the dorms and cry, little girl. You only think I can't do something worse to you now. Don't make me get creative."

Rapunzel managed to make it another couple of feet before she tripped and went sprawling. But only for a moment. She scrabbled to get back up and start running again.

Before Karla carried through on that threat.

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