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]

[...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.

[grandhighblood]

[Not gonna lie, he's a little disappointed that she's so unshakable, but he's still impressed. He's met plenty of brave souls here, so he's slowly getting used to it, but hopes it doesn't reach into the irritation territory. He'd have to get more creative as time passed.]

Honk. [He doesn't use the honking warning as much anymore, but it seemed to be the right thing to do! His hand shoots out, attempting to claw off that petite little head sticking out of the suit.]

[thebigsister]

[Yeah, all stubborn bluffing aside, those are some pretty damn big hands and she's pretty damn sure they can be deadly. She teleports a few yards away, leaving behind only a purple mist to signal her presence there at all. When she reappears, she's in a defensive position, still holding her helmet and silently trying to calculate whether she should run for it or stick around to fight. But before that...]

...did you just honk at me?

[Pause.]

And try to kill me?

[In all honesty, it's the honking that has her perplexed. The trying to kill her bit she's pretty used to.]

[grandhighblood]

[Whoa heh heh, what just--

She teleports pretty damn quick. It's like his flash step, except she leaves the mist behind. His expression of mild surprise transforms into one of peals of laughter, though it's mostly at her reaction to his honk.]

Sure did, sister. It's a bad motherfucking habit that all just rears its goofy ass head now and then, especially when I try to spring the wicked surprise on a motherfucker!

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor tilted her head to the side, which looked almost as unnatural an angle without the helmet as with it.]

...the honking or the attempts at killing?

[Just to clarify. Mostly on account of the fact she'd like to know if she should be angry, once she stopped being bemused.]

[grandhighblood]

[His laughter dies down abruptly.]

Might be motherfucking both. Who the fuck knows?

She's about to puff away, unless you want something else?

[thebigsister]

Definitely not me.

[Eleanor smiles wryly, swaying on her feet a bit. She looks at him carefully, but it's still not fear what he inspires in her. Healthy respect, maybe, the sort that won't let her stick around so close so casually, but not fear. Mostly curiosity. What's his world like? Are there others like him? It's fascinating, but she has a feeling she has overstayed her welcome. Generally, attempts to kill someone herald that pretty loudly.]

But for what's worth, I like the honking and the laughter better. They suit you well.

she can puff away if she wants to! 8D

[grandhighblood]

[He can't really tell if she's being sarcastic or not, but hey, most people do end up liking the honking and laughing better because...well...because neither of them are killing.]

Well, I'll be all taking that as a motherfucking compliment.

Alright!

[thebigsister]

It was meant to be.

[Eleanor shakes her head. He's such a curious creature, but she can't feel but that she has overstepped her welcome. And that's a dangerous thing to do, all things considered.]

Perhaps we can talk some more later, Gran Highblood.

[grandhighblood]

[By her tone, he assumes she will just poof away the moment he moves towards her, so he just stays where he is. He'll have plenty of chances to get to "know her" soon, he thinks.

He says nothing, just staring intently at her, the grin still wide on his face.]

[thebigsister]

Until then.

[And she's gone, in a puff of purple mist, not reappearing in the same floor again.]