Gilda nodded to her crew as she walked out into the Yard. One of the first things she learned when she got into prison is that no one went through it alone. You hooked up with one of the gangs in the prison and you looked out for each other. Gilda found the crew that mostly just wanted everyone else to piss off and leave them alone. When she noticed that, she joined them. That suited her just fine. They all got along.
She crossed the yard over to the area where Pinchy and her crew hung out. She caught Pinchy’s eye and nodded. Pinchy nodded back and crossed over to Gilda with two of her friends.
“What’s your beef, Gilda?” Pinchy asked upon arrival. “Something you need?” asked Pinchy when she got closer.
“Maybe. I heard you know magic. Like Real magic and not that esper crap that people go on about. I’m looking to tap into that,” Gilda answered.
“Are you really? That’s nice. Why would I care?” answered Pinchy as she turned around to leave.
“I want to take out the bitch who put me here,” answered Gilda.
“And? You and everyone else here,” said Pinchy dismissively as she walked off.
“She’s a goddess. I need some real firepower. I heard you know who to talk to,” Gilda continued.
Pinchy stopped. She turned around. “A goddess you say? Damn girl. Swinging big, aren’t you? What makes you think I know someone who can take down a goddess?”
“You know the covens. You know real magic. You know who I need to talk to. I don’t just want the bitch dead. I want her destroyed! I want her so thoroughly destroyed that hell itself would pity her,” answered Gilda.
“You intrigue me, Gilda, and I don’t make a habit of saying that. I’ll see if anyone’s interested in helping you out … for a price,” replied Pinchy.
“I’d sell my soul to end her,” said Gilda.
“You might at that,” deadpanned Pinchy as she walked off.