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.]

Comments

[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.]