Pranker: Fury

Victim: War

Let's begin.

Fury had recovered from the crumbling chair gag, her only regret being not having any ideas for a new prank. Even if she did think of something clever she needed to decide who deserved her wrath. She had an oath of revenge for each of her brothers, being the weakest link in the prank war at the moment.
War had pranked her with his little jumpscare tactic, but Strife had been sending many assaults on her during the beginning. Death had caught her with his prank, most likely to get back at her for her prank on him. Strife wasn't home and Fury could only assume Death would be on guard for any opportunities that could be used against him.
War seemed to be the best choice. Fury was in her room, inspecting some of her jewelry to see if she should get rid of any of it. She paused as she heard War walk down the hallway, probably to his own room. Setting down the valuable accessories, the female horseman rose from her chair and glanced around. Maybe she could do something quick to prank him! She took a peak down the hallway and saw War entering his room, his lack of his usual attire caught her interest.
Maybe he was planning on taking a shower? Fury could take advantage of that. She waited for his door to close and took off down the hall.
She stopped and pushed the bathroom door open. Rushing to the tub and yanking the curtain away, hoping War couldn't hear her, she looked around for anything she could use. Some body wash and hair care products she had happily brought from Earth for her and her brothers enjoyment stared back at her patiently.
Her eyes fell onto the smoothened bar of soap on a small shelf on the wall. An idea ran through her mind like a bat fresh out of hell. It was perfect.
Fury snatched the small cube as she took off back to her room, wanting to fulfill her plan before War had a chance to catch her in the act. With anxious hands she rummaged through her small box of varying nail polish colors.
She found a vial of white paint as she made the motion of cheering. With a steady hand she began coating the block of soap in the matching white polish, softly giggling to herself as she did so.
When the work was done she checked the hallway before going to the bathroom once more. Relieved to see War still hadn't come she placed the soap back where she found it and ran off from the crime scene. She waited and watched from the cracks of her door, wondering if her prank would work.
Soon the red rider emerged and Fury felt her heart race in excitement. What would his reaction be? How funny would this turn out?
She waited for the sound of the bathroom door closing before she exited her room, sneaking owards the door as she stood beside it. After the water had started and she heard War step inside soon a mutter of confusion came from inside. Soon anger took over as War stopped the shower.
Fury fell to the floor in a fit of giggles, desperately trying to keep herself hidden as she watched War throw open the door, glaring down at her in a mixture of surprise and anger.
"I believe it is considered rude to hinder someones ability to bathe." War scorned, although a small curve in his lips admitted to her he had caught on to the humor of his sisters scheme.
"I'm sorry War. I had to get a point somehow." She apologized, War sighed as he returned to the bathroom. Fury had brought him a new and unpolished bar of soap, but afterward she added a new point to her box in the chart.