I'll take thee away

[cullionfish]

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.]

Comments

[mamadonna]

[ 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. ]

[cullionfish]

[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.

[mamadonna]

[ 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!