the dream is over, but the nightmare's just beginning...

[thebigsister]

characters: Eleanor Lamb & YOU
settings: Dormitory Hallways & Stairs
format: action tags to start off, but I'll match your preference
summary: there's a... thing in a diver's suit, with what look like harpoons or really scary needles at its wrists, roaming the halls. Do come by to say hi.
warnings: I warned you, bro, I warned you about those stairs! None yet, will be added as necessary.

[Eleanor awoke to a panic. She calmed herself as she tried to make sense of the situation, though the letters left by her (?) bed weren't much help. Trapped. Again. She refused to believe it just yet. Fortunately for her, she found the mismatched Big Sister suit her Father had managed to assemble for her, still in functional condition.

She would not be trapped. After all that had happened, after tasting freedom, Eleanor Lamb was not going to take this lying down.

So she suited up with ease and determined, prepared to explore the place. She would find a way out. She would. So there she is, steps heavy along the corridors, with a distinct clank of metal, as she makes her way around, carefully studying the structure and built of the halls. Like her father has taught her, she's not out to kill innocents, but she will fight, if fighting is what's necessary to recover her freedom.]

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[thebigsister]

Why? Forgive me, but I am not exactly seeing the humor in the situation.

[Between the helmet and the fact she's trying, her voice is almost bare of inflexion. But there's just the smallest hint of irritation at that. This wasn't funny. At all.]

[grandhighblood]

That's the whole motherfucking point. There is no damn humor in this situation all warping and ripping apart the realities we are all motherfucking used to.

[But he grins nonetheless.] But hey, we motherfucking deal. If there really isn't all no home to be all going back to, then what's the point of fussing and worrying?

[thebigsister]

[She changes her stand, slowly, lumbering. As if the suit were actually heavy or limiting her movements in some fashion. Her posture isn't as lax as it could be, though.]

Personally, I hate cages. I'm not someone's pet to be held in one.

[grandhighblood]

[He shrugs casually, but his gaze starts becoming more and more scrutinizing, like he's trying to see through the metal.] Heh heh, I motherfucking feel you on that. If you all got somewhere to motherfucking be, then hey, don't let a brother stop you.

[thebigsister]

[She's unfazed by his language, though not by his appearance.]

I'm looking for whomever's in charge.

[The head cocks to the side, at a vaguely unnatural angle.]

And I'm looking for answers. I don't suppose you'd know where to find either?

[grandhighblood]

You won't be motherfucking finding nobody in charge around here. [he imitates her, tilting his head slowly in the other direction.]

But answers. That's a motherfucking thing you could be all finding if you ask the right motherfuckers. [But offers little else in light of this subject. He will just stand here and block her way. He's curious about how you look under that helmet.]

[thebigsister]

And would you be the right

[She's a bit amused at this, despite it all, and amusement is a good distraction from her anger.]

motherfucker to ask?

[grandhighblood]

[hehehe cute. he likes this person already.]

Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on what you're all motherfucking asking here.

[thebigsister]

A way out might be out of the question, but perhaps something more... substantial about this place and what is expected of us?

[She waves her left hand slightly, for emphasis, wicked-looking needle gleaming somewhat.]

[grandhighblood]

Nothing is motherfucking expected of us so far, except the shit that I all hear through rumors and notices...something about experiments. [Shrugs. He's not all that up to speed with this tower despite having been here for a couple months.]

It's a motherfucking tower with twenty-five accessible fucking floors. Some are safe, some are motherfucking weird, and few are dangerous from what I all hear. Nothing I can't be all handling in most cases, but hey, who the motherfuck knows?

[thebigsister]

...experiments.

[The word makes her want to set something on fire. She could actually, but she refrains herself. Not yet, not yet. Her posture shifts again, as she thinks over what he's told her, the knowledge mixing in with vague knowledge in the back of her mind, of dozens of different voices and opinions.]

What would you define as dangerous, then?

[grandhighblood]

My motherfucking self, personally? [He rolls his eyes up, thinking about this...huh....] Whatever the fuck that can all get you killed, it what I all think people are motherfucking getting their fearfullness on about, you know? Shit, even when the promise of death is but a motherfucking disappointment. Nobody even all stays dead around here.

[Hint of a disappointment in his voice.]

[thebigsister]

...so there are hostile entities here. I see.

[She nodded, though the head didn't really bob much.]

Thank you. Do you have a name?

[grandhighblood]

[He grins. Yeah, she'll find out sooner or later that he's probably considered one of those hostile entities....]

You may be all calling me the Grand Highblood. [Then gazes at her expectantly.]

[thebigsister]

[...peculiar name, but she wasn't about to judge. Not when she's spent the last few years being called The Daughter of the Lamb and worse. It does sound like a title of some sort, and one he seems proud of, though. She bobs her head, as in greeting.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Grand Highblood. I am Eleanor Lamb.

[grandhighblood]

[He just assumes Eleanor is a name of the female variety. He doesn't return any niceties like one should, but instead narrows his eyes. There's a bit of a pause, and a curious tilt of his head.]

Your motherfucking helmet. Remove it.

[thebigsister]

[She tenses for a moment, considering. She wasn't afraid, per se. She had options to defend herself... and the chance to teleport away, if it really came to that. There was enough space to maneuver, at least, and she trusted her instincts. But she didn't like being ordered around like that. On the other hand... well, on the other hand she had nothing to be afraid of, did she. She could handle herself. Taking a breath, she raised her hands to the base of the helmet, fiddling with the mechanisms holding it in place and sealing it airtight. She can't quite conceal the ease with which she removes it, the near weightlessness of it, despite it being such a solid built.]

...it wouldn't kill you to ask nicely.

[And then there she is, staring unafraid at him, one eyebrow firmly arched, helmet loosely held under her left arm. Without it, she gives herself a vulnerability, and she is acutely aware of it. She tries to conceal it, though. It wouldn't do, of course, to make him think he makes her feel threatened. At best, it would be insulting. At worse, it might give him ideas.]

[grandhighblood]

[She's thinner and paler than any human he's ever seen before, but in his defense, he hasn't seen too many to compare her to. Her stuff posture makes him grin, though he knows from seeing into her eyes that she's definitely not afraid of him.

Which is fine. He's dealt with a few courageous humans who knew no fear. It's just a thing he's got to get used to, he assumes. They were not brought up in a world where they were raised to instinctively fear highbloods, so it's not their fault.]

It's easier not to, sister. Did I motherfucking offend you? [Sorta jeers at her.]

[thebigsister]

[There's something wry in the way Eleanor smiles then, as if the Highblood made a joke only she understood. When she spoke, the wry amusement was still heavy in her tone.]

Not particularly, no. Consider it an observation, more than a complaint.

[grandhighblood]

Sure, I can get my consideration to be all going in that motherfucking direction. [Then gestures to the helmet with a slight nod of his head.] What purpose does your motherfucking headgear serve?

[thebigsister]

This?

[Eleanor raised the helmet with an arched eyebrow. Though she supposed the whole get up might not be very familiar for someone outside Rapture.]

Protection, mostly. It also allows me to breathe underwater if necessary.

[grandhighblood]

Protection. Oh, yeah, heh heh. Now that's all a motherfucking thing you'll be needing to protect those soft cranial nubs. [A sly grin and he takes a step to the side, side-eyeing her]

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor turned on her heel, not once giving his back to him. And smiled back, wry as ever.]

I'm not sure if need is the right word. But what can I say? My Father taught me to be cautious.

[grandhighblood]

Can't say I know what a motherfucking father is, but it done right to be schoolfeeding you that shit. [leans forward slowly, showing no signs of stopping until he's at least a few inches from her face. That is, if she decided not to move.] Shit gets pretty motherfucking dangerous all up in here, you know.

[thebigsister]

[She had a spot in the hallway, about ten feet behind her, clearly pictured in her mind. She could teleport away before he touched her, she was almost certain. She probably should, just for the sake of being cautious. But she had a feeling this monstrous-looking thing was mocking her. Testing her.

And Eleanor Lamb was just too damn stubborn to back down without a fight. She tilted her chin up defiantly, even as he leaned in. From up close, it was pretty clear he wasn't human, just humanoid. And even that was debatable. She wasn't entirely sure if the grey or the white was paint on his face, or if both or neither. The horns and the wild mane, and the expression on his face, it screamed predator. Could she believe what she'd told her? That he was not one of those responsible for trying to cage her? He had a collar around his neck, much like the one she wore, at least.

Ultimately, it didn't matter, because he was trying to cow her. Eleanor Lamb did not cower, not after all she'd seen and done and suffered. She would not give him the satisfaction.]

Yes. It seems that way.