towerofanimus | I'll take thee away

Characters: Her Imperious Condescension and YOU
Setting: The Art Gallery
Format: Action
Summary: Realistic gore? Terrible atrocities? That's Condesce's bread and butter.
Warnings: Condesce is always a warning

[Since arriving, Condesce found it easy to grow weary and restless. When things like that happened, she wandered up to the aquarium level or, lately, this one. Art hadn't always been something she found herself appreciating, but the tower's idea of art seemed to appeal to her. She had even found a few of her dear lusus lingering about.

That's where she's seated herself -- she's pulled a chair from who knows what level and has seated herself in the center of Alternian artform, many of which depicted the skyline, the ocean, and various lusii before they got darker, depicting images of Condesce herself and the terror of the deep that would one day be the entire planet's demise.

None of it seems to bother the Empress. In fact, she seems rather at peace, drumming her talons against a large glass bowl, which seems to be housing a single cuttlefish from the aquarium level. She's not very focused on the doorway, instead tracing a rather intricate painting of Gl'bgoylb with her eyes.]

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[ Little bit. ]

I hardly imagine what I want will figure into your decision, except, perhaps, as an act of spite.

As you said, it is solely your own desires you seek to fulfill.

Call it...curiosity. Whether or not you indulge me won't have any bearing on my actions.

[Her index finger moves to trace the jawline and just below Dolorosa's ear in a feigned gesture of pacifism. Still, the Condesce is smiling far too serenely and she is far too interested in what Dolorosa has to say.]

Answer me. Do you long for the abyss?

[ She knows the answer already, but sharing it...could she give the Condesce that satisfaction? Letting her know how utterly broken she had been when she arrived would be the last victory on that fight. It was all Dolorosa had left here. ]

You continue to ask that, when you would rob me of everything while your sadistic appetite remained unsatisfied?

I did not ask for more questions. I asked for an answer.

[There's no hint of impatience, no sign of feathers ruffled. She is practiced in her ways, expression and tone unchanging save for the lightest tip of her lips upward. The index finger pauses in its motions to allow the Dolorosa a moment to think this over properly.

The Condesce isn't entirely expecting an answer. She knows the pride of lowbloods is not all that different from that of highbloods, aside from the fact that the highbloods have more of a right to such pride.]

[ Dolorosa finally bridles at the finger as it stops, trying to turn her head away from it. ]

A shame, then, that you will not be so provided for.

[ She's certainly recovered her bearings by now. The only thing keeping her from making another move is how easily she knows she would be overpowered.

She might be able too escape, if she was very very lucky, but what good would that do her right now? At most, just communicate to the Condesce that she was a who was still target afraid of death. And she was, to a degree, but fear was nothing worth living for.

This moment...well, it might be. If she could make something worthy of it. ]

Does it ever tire you? Not the repetition I'm sure your years much grant you, but the maintenance. How hard must you fight to remain on top of your rank pile of corpses?

Is it worth it, when all things are considered?

[The Condesce chuckles at her defiance and shakes her head in obvious disappointment. When the Dolorosa bridles, the finger moves back down around her throat and her grip tightens, as if she's about to pick her up and drag her--

But the questions stop her. The Empress tilts her head softly, almost in a childish fashion as what she's asking fully registers. Again, she smiles, momentarily delayed by the new topic of conversation. The Condesce knows very well that she's trying to bait and stall her, but she concedes regardless.]

I strive to be an example for the rest of my race. Regardless of any toil on my part, its always worth it.

[There's a flash of those shark-like fangs.]

Perhaps it is you who does not fully understand my motives.

[And, of course, nobody ever would. Most of it was obvious enough, and there was only one (possibly two) creatures in the universe who would even come close to understanding her and the way her mind operated.]

[ It's true, she doesn't understand. She's never tried, as she's seen too much of the result for the motive to have any sort of justification to her.

She has to swallow hard to find her voice again, with her throat so constricted. ]

And what a...prime example...you've presented!

I like to think so.

[The Condesce starts walking with the Dolorosa's throat still in her hand, dragging her backwards without care -- if she starts to struggle, then she'll act otherwise, but for the moment, she doesn't care. All she's looking to do is to get to the stairs.]

[ And struggle she does, as she can't do much in the way of talking from this position. So, as she's dragged, she jerks her head violently, using both hands to try to pry the Condesce's fingers away. ]

[For what the Condesce lacked in outward psychic capability was more than made up for in strength, so her fingers do little more than clenched dangerously to threaten crushing her windpipe entirely. After all, what was one more death? Even if death wasn't her goal this time around, it wasn't like she wouldn't come back.

She neglected to mention that part to Dolorosa. The fact that the Signless would, unfortunately, return.

But the Condesce doesn't care. She's no longer smiling -- in fact, her expression is cold as ice. It seems to have dawned on her just how many people are in this tower that she simply can't stand. She does want them dead. Wants them all gone.

With this fire burning in the back of her head, she hoists her arm high and reels back, thinking nothing of the jadeblood's weight and simply seeks to fling her forward to ricochet off the wall off the tower and down the stairs. She had made certain to angle her shot so that she wouldn't crack her head. After all, if the Dolorosa was going to suffer from this, she wasn't going to get the mercy of a quick death.]

[ Dolorosa tumbles hard, painfully, down a few floors, a descent marked with sickening snaps and wails of pain.

Eventually, she finally crashes into one of the desks in the study, broken and unable to move. The lights are dim, leaving the only sounds a vague knocking on the walls and the sound of her sobbing. ]

[Its like music to Condesce's sponge clots. The Empress watches her tumble, a light snicker starting in her throat once she's out of sight. She casually descends the flight of stairs, slowly, her snickering escalating into a cold and cruel bout of laughter. Her cries of pain have appeared to ignited a spark somewhere in the tyrian, as she practically skips the rest of the way down to the proper level, talons dragging along the wall like nails on a chalkboard.

When she comes to the study where the Dolorosa lays crumpled, the laughter dissolves back to controlled chuckling. Her foot comes up and she proceeds to press it into the side of the Dolorosa's head, not caring where her heel may or may not be digging in.]

You'll learn your lesson yet. Just like all the others.

[ Dolorosa grits her teeth under the pressure, her pain already overwhelming, but the hate growing in the pit of her stomach to match it. ]

I'll k-k-- Kill you!

I'll take thee away

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