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]

[Condesce would wait until he was adequately in the room before coming out from behind the rock -- she wouldn't have if the depth hadn't properly hid her massive frame.

Still, she waited a moment more before she propelled forward and breached the water without warning, seeking to grab onto Psiioniic and drag him back into the water, as she had done with Signless earlier.]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[WHOASHIT he is not expecting that, and apparently his belief that hiding is beneath her was a bit optimistic. He yelps and flails and generally panics, but she's able to get him into the water without too much trouble. He still can't bring himself to use his psionics against her, unless it's to protect someone else.

He really doesn't like the water. In that way in which he can't swim at all and is completely terrified of it. And her, of course. Shit, he's going to drown.]

[cullionfish]

[Condesce kicks away from the wall and releases him in the center of the tank in a similar fashion as she had done to Signless previously.

Afterwards, she swims away so that he has nothing to grab onto, watching like predator in waiting.]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[He's not swimming so much as he's flailing helplessly and occasionally managing to surface long enough to gulp for air. If he could just calm down for a second to let him focus his powers he could levitate right out of there, but he's too panicked.]

[cullionfish]

[Its impossible to hear the snickering that bubbles out of her as she watches the lowblood fail about in that helpless fashion. The only hint would've been the torrent of bubbles that erupts from her lungs when it happens.

Still, she's not prepared to let him drown, so eventually when he starts to run out of steam, she'll swim up to wrap her arms around his torso (not at all mindful of her claws) and kick upwards toward the center of the tank, where a rock pokes just out of the top of the water.

The Condesce tosses him there unceremoniously, almost like a cat that had just got done playing with a mpuse that was too small for its paws.]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[He clings to the rock like he's drowning and it's... no wait, that's exactly what it is, there's no metaphor involved at all. He pants for air, struggling to compose himself.

Now that he's not panicking, he should technically be able to calm himself enough to use his powers. He can just float up to the ceiling and drift along back to the stairway, safely out of reach of what lurks below.

There's just one problem. He caught a glimpse of his assailant, and he recognized her. And he still can't disobey her, not face to face. If she wants him on this rock, then here he will stay until she changes her mind or someone rescues him, probably. So he just clings, and trembles, and makes little terrified noises in the back of his windtube.]

[cullionfish]

So this is how I must gain an audience with you, hm?

[The Condesce resurfaces to speak above water, having retrieved her trident from the seafloor not long after she had tossed Psiioniic.]

I suppose I can accept that.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[Oh god, he's going to die. Again. Probably horribly painfully. She can't possibly be happy with him after everything that's happened. He cringes a little more.]

I... I... I'm thorry, mistress.