FREE CONNIE

[cullionfish]

Characters: The Condesce and YOU
Setting: The Aquarium
Format: Action brackets
Summary: Condesce is in her element. Spoilers: that's not a good thing.
Warnings: The god damn Empress of Alternia.

[The aquarium level was quiet, save for the short little ripples running through the water. Toward the center, there was an obvious large shadow pursuing other, smaller shadows -- some of them even larger than its pursuer.

Condesce swam gracefully, entertaining herself by terrorizing the various marine life amongst her person. Every now and then she would pin one to the seafloor with a flurry of gold, trident in hand. If not, she would snatch them out in front of her expertly with practiced talons.

She doesn't seem to be paying attention to the doorway, but the moment someone steps foot onto the floor, they will notice that her form halts all movement and that there is a distinct yellow stare cast in their direction.]

Comments

[cullionfish]

[The fact that he chose to address her in that matter sparks the interest in those tyrian eyes. She darts from view, to the other side of the tank where her trident is to scoop it out of the sand before landing and stepping out of the tank to get a better look at him, both eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Water cascades off the long mass of hair as she gives Zexion the once over.]

And you are?

[requital]

[Zexion stays put as she moves about, even when she moves out of his range of vision. The only change between then and now, with her out of the tank, is that he's shifted, leaning slightly on one foot.]

By standing, I am Six.

[It only seems appropriate to give her his "title" over his name.]

[cullionfish]

[To say she was intrigued would be an understatement. She had yet to meet a human-esque creature who introduced themselves by a title as her brethren always had. She won't pick this one off just yet.]

And how long have you been amongst the Tower?

[requital]

Long enough to know of its mercurial nature and denizens.

[It's still an answer, albeit a roundabout one. Such telling information is not something he'll hand out so easily.]

[cullionfish]

[It doesn't seem to bother her either way.]

A firsthand experience, I take it?

[requital]

For a few cases. It's just as important to observe.

[cullionfish]

Ah, human with a functioning thinkpan, how rare it is.

[requital]

But is it so common in other kinds?

[In general. He doesn't quite mean her.]

[cullionfish]

More common amongst my own that most, but not quite common enough I'm afraid.

[requital]

Trolls seem to exercise a peculiar kind of judgment next to human standards. It's still practical sense in the end, of course.

[cullionfish]

It is of course because of the way they are raised.

[She seems to take pride in this fact. After all, they were perfectly bred killers, save for a few abnormalities.]