towerofanimus | Chocolate spiders

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Chocolate spiders

Characters: Vriska Serket [AU] and OPEN
Setting: All around the tower
Format: Starts in action, will adapt to match
Summary: Vriska's fuelled by caramel and cherry chocolate and she's out for pain (and, if a certain adult sea-dweller, that blood-pumper of yours)
Warnings: Sadism, violence, probably more to come.

[Vriska's bored. No, not bored, restless. Having eaten some of the chocolate left for her, she's itching to hurt someone, whoever she can get her hands on. And so she's prowling the tower, lurking and waiting for willing - or at least unwitting - victims.

Perhaps she's in the maze, hidden around the corner of a dead end. She might be on the twelfth floor, lurking in the shadows of the projected dying universes. She might be in the cathedral; if she finds herself lacking victims she might even find her way to the seventeenth floor, the disembodied screams soothing her while fuelling her desire for true pain, true hurt.

Dare you run into her?]

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[Wow, this place already sucked. He hasn't done jack shit to anyone and he's already gotten attacked (read: killed) once. And by some crazy spider bitch no less. Terezi warned him, dog. Warned him about crazy spider bitches.

Of course, he doesn't know there's two of them even. He's just traveling through the maze.] This floor is ridiculously useless. [He's not even sure why he was here. Probably out of boredom.]

[floor twenty-two.

for as difficult as he found it to appreciate art, the floor still managed to have a certain... allure to it, for lack of a better word. but he knew it only to be rooted in his apparently insatiable curiosity regarding the inner-workings of the tower, and therefore felt the engagement of study in what they offered -- agreeable to him or not -- of utmost importance.

and, as absorbed as he is in the careful observation of a particularly abstract painting, he then fails to notice her immediate presence.]

[The movement of another catches Vriska's attention and she creeps through the maze, trying to find the other one there so she can better catch them off-guard. Timing's everything and she wants to savour this entire experience]

[When Vriska lays eyes on Dualscar, two thoughts cross her mind. The first is how delightful it'll be to catch him off-guard and make him pay for his previous dismissal of her, whether or not he was justified.

The second is that actually, she rather enjoyed his smug attitude and unlike the Eridan from her timeline, heck unlike almost any other troll she's run into, he actually sold the idea of the Sea Dwellers being in charge and that intrigued her.

It pissed her off too, but it intrigued her all the same. And now was the time to do something about that.

She creeps up behind him, moving to unsheath her cutlass with the aim of pressing it to his back if he doesn't notice her first. Not enough for any serious damage, just enough to let him know she's there]

[Dave glances around him for a moment. He had an acute feeling of being watched. Being with Bro does that, considering the other sprung traps on him all the time.

He's sure this wasn't Bro though.

He stared around for a moment before he continued walking, shrugging it off as this place being creepy.]

[Vriska continues to follow, continues to tail him until she figures they're far enough in and then there's a cutlass flying through the air towards his shoulder. Because hello's so over as a greeting]

[If he were anyone else, he probably would have been down.

Well, he is still technically down. He kind of just threw himself out of the way before it could hit.] What the flying fuck?! [Oh...it's her again? What.] What the fuck is your problem?! What? Killing me once wasn't good enough? You need to come at me for round two?

[Scrambling to his feet because, hell naw, is he going to keep lying on his ass like that.]

[Vriska tilts her head, opting to play dumb here for a moment. Partly because she'd like to get that sword back, partly because why not fuck with the human a little?]

Killing you? I've never met you before, and I promise I'm in no hurry to kill you.

[She grins, then, every inch the predator]

It's less fun that way.

You're a lying bitch. [He stands his ground though. He really should just abscond. Absconding would not be the wussy way out at this point. You've already gotten killed by her once.]

You want my heart again? Is that it? The first one wasn't good enough for you? [At the moment, he doesn't really know the difference between the Vriskas so he thinks they're the same person.]

[At that, Vriska affects a look of genuine hurt]

Wow, that was rude. I mean okay, I won't deny that I'm a bitch but lying? That was uncalled for.

[She advances, reaching to try and grab him with her non-robotic arm]

Yeah, well, considering I've already lost my heart to you once. I think I'm entitled to calling you a liar.

[He smacks her hand away. Nope. DENIED. He really should run though, but he's trying to figure out why she's acting like they didn't already meet and why she seems kind of different.]

[She was about to respond to that first comment but HELL NO does he get to get away with smacking her away. So instead she opts to swing for him with her other arm, the metal hand balled into a fist]

[Good news for him! He barely blocked that punch! Bad news. Dear god it still hurt like a fucking bitch. But it probably would have hurt more if she had successfully hit wherever she was aiming at.]

Holy shit, someone sure gets pissed angrily.

You hit first. Big mistake.

[She presses the weight of her arm against the one blocking her, trying to see how far back she can get it before he reacts or something breaks.]

[he hears the unsheathing of the weapon before it comes into contact with him, and he whips around to face the perpetrator. it consequently skims against the armor of his chest, but he has the immediate mind not to grab at it, nor make any further sudden movements.

he eyes her with the usual disdain, but its clear he's unsure of whether to take this situation seriously or not. he's leaning towards the latter, at the moment. for now, he'll just glance once between her and the tip of the sword. pointedly so.]

Can I help you?

[Oh he's quick and now the caramel's starting to sink in. She takes a few steps closer, the blade of her sword pressed flush against him - or as flush as she can manage - as she tilts her head to look up at him]

Perhaps. It's unlikely, but maybe you have something I want and that counts as help, of a kind.

[he looks down at her in turn, breathing through gritted teeth. it was like staring down a younger mindfang, really-- actually, that was exactly how it was. and he's not entirely sure how comfortable he is with that.

it's safe to say, however, that he'd retaliate if the angle of the sword allowed for such. what's worse, is that the question had been rhetorical.]

Well?

[At least she's not as young as the other Vriska?

Even if she had been, however, she wouldn't have cared right now. She takes a moment more to examine him before bringing up her other hand - her metallic hand - to attempt to trail towards his chest. His heart - or whatever stone took its place - almost seemed to be whispering to her]

Oh yes. A study troll like you must have a fine blood-pumper. I think I'd like to play with it.

[that makes it worse tbh. also mindfang does plenty of that blood-pumper-playing, isn't that enough for you!! and then dualscar's unsure of whether this change in demeanor is... noteworthy, or not. his lip curls to reveal rows of shark's teeth, and he growls a warning.]

I think not.

[he isn't initially concerned over where her fingers play, as its covered by the armor, but... as she moves against him, his own hand still finds its way to the hilt of his sword.]

[She pouts a little. Of course, she doesn't know much of the history between Dualscar and Mindfang, since most of the history books in her world focus on Mindfang's downfall, but she's not blind to his discomfort. It's not going to stop her, of course, but it's been noted.]

Highbloods, always so stuffy. You really ought to lighten up now and again.

[As her fingers curl against his armour. Not much she can do, yet, but bide her time]

You were about to grab me. I don't appreciate you getting up close and personal with me on the get go. Take a guy out to dinner first.

[Ow, okay that fucking hurts. He has to step back a little.] What's your fucking problem?

Like I'd waste any of my quadrants on a fragile alien like you.

[As he steps back she continues to press forward, hoping to corner her prey]

I don't have a problem. I'm just bored.

[And hopped up on chocolate but apart from that~]

Sarcasm seems to continue to be a thing that goes right over all your heads. I'm not even surprised.

[He steps back again, but the way his shoulders tense up obviously shows he wasn't too happy about this.]

You're seriously fucked up.

Or maybe you're just no good at it. Ever consider that?

[Yep, still pursuing you, Dave]

Probably. But hey, that's life on Alternia as a cerulean for you. Tends to mess with your think pan a little, not that I'd expect you to understand.

Never. Because it isn't even a possibility. Try again.

Back off. What the fuck do you want? If you say, my heart, I swear that shit is way too cliche to even be a joke.

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Chocolate spiders

Maze; gosh Dave hates me

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Poor Dave. Doomed to spider bitches forever

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Alll these bitches want his heart.

Pretty much

Is she gonna keep it too?

It'd be a waste to do otherwise.

So many Dave hearts in this tower

She'll leave it to torture someone with, I'm sure xD

Wow rude. It's worth more then that.

Probably would be if she could get it back to her world

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