towerofanimus | 004 → All hail the insect queen

Characters: Wriggle Nightbug, Open
Setting: Floor 41
Format: Post in action, tags in prose or action
Summary: Wriggle takes a short tour of the new rooms. There's one in particular which catches her eye.
Warnings: Insects and the likelihood of Wriggle being a massive creep.

[Being back in her repaired dormitory was an odd feeling. With repairs completed she was eager to see the status of the meadow and forest that she so often inhabited. Not even caring to check what was in her trunk (she had everything she needed on her person) Wriggle made her way to the stairwell

Almost as soon as she set foot on the next floor down she could tell something was wrong. Even with her short memory she could tell that this wasn't here before. The urge to look and see what was in the cells was almost too much but the stairwell distracted her as Wriggle wondered if the rest of the tower had changed. What if the forests were gone? What if there was nowhere left in the tower that was a suitable insect habitat? No, no that couldn't happen! Wriggle flew down the stairs, skipping over the barred room and almost skipping the one after.

Something caught her attention. It was very slight, a twitch in her antenna. Her curiosity overtaking her, she'd suddenly forgotten all about checking the rest of the tower. Wriggle drifted in, her sense of movement increasing. It was everywhere, vaguely unsettling but at the same time rather familiar. Reaching out to touch the walls she felt something crawl onto her hand. There was nothing unfamiliar about that. Brining her hand closer to her face she tried to get a better look at what it was.

A common garden variety centipede. So all that movement was... oh.

Oh.

Hell

Fucking

YES! ❤

Wriggle had not been this excited since she arrived at the tower. Making her way furthur into the room she reveled in the company of her newfound companions. A throne room fit for insect royalty such as herself. They chorused at her command and bent and shifted at her will.

This floor belonged to her]

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That same aura caused Wriggle to lurch from her seat, which promptly melted away from under her leaving her floating in midair. Insects started to swarm as she reached for one of her spellcards, readying to whip it out if need be.

There was no reason for her cockiness to cause danger for her friends.
"I'm not with them! I was bought from a different world!" Wriggle stated, staring down her unwelcome visitor. If he was looking to pick a fight she would gladly give him one.

Just anywhere but here.

A sly grin crossed over Veigar's features and he took a step forward. A caster huh? Or at least some form of magic user. That would be the biggest advantage if they did get into a fight as caster as his preferred and easiest prey.

However, he wasn't here to fight, especially not one who wasn't an owner of their glorified prison.

"I see, very well, you are safe then." he replied nonchalantly as he moved forward again.

"But tell me? What exactly are you doing sitting in one of their many trapped floors? Are you awaiting death so eagerly? You do know that most of the 'themes' of each floor are just a facade for what really lurks in the dark waiting to eliminate you for their twisted experiments right?"

Wriggle's scowl only intensified. She didn't like being looked down upon in her own domain. She didn't sit, still floating in midair but the swam dissipated until only a few crawled around her.

"Maybe for some people but not for me. This floor was practically made for me," she smirked, still trying to appear confident and suave even though her temper was starting to run short. It was true, this really was her kind of room. Wriggle couldn't help but wonder if she'd requested it to be added but simply forgot. Although considering the last time she asked them for something...

"Keep thinking that and you'll end up under someone's foot faster than you can scamper away." Veigar retorted with a wicked grin.

"Not that it's any of my concern, I don't even need to be warning you. Fools will be fools until the fire's upon them."

Whoever this was, he was really starting to grind her last nerve. She never took her eyes off his as she spoke but the insects started amassing around his feet again.

"Then what about you? Aren't you going to make a lot of enemies if you keep talking down to people like that?" Wriggle sneered. She wasn't going to let anyone ruin her enjoyment. All she wanted was him out of the room.

"Enemies are gained no matter what when you are powerful. In fact, I welcome them." he said with a smirk and raised his heavy gauntlet in front of him.

"I've razed entire armies by myself in an instant and have incinerated entire countries in the blink of an eye." His gauntlet gathered energy that felt as if it was being drawn from time and space itself before he dissipated it. "Enemies will come and go and I will always stand..."

"I AM VEIGAR! THE MASTER OF TRUE AND RAW POWER! Ehehehehee!"

For as goofy and... loud as the small twerp was, the amount of pressure that magically attuned people could feel from him was staggering... Maybe not all of what he speaks is just hot air... ~~Although a lot of it is!~~

At the raise of his gauntlet she braced herself. Biting her lip as the power gathered around it she tensed, waiting for the moment to counter attack but...

As hypocritical as it was, Wriggle couldn't stand people who were so full of themselves. The ground shifted beneath his feet and with the flick of an arm she sent a tidal wave of bugs towards him, intending to knock him out of the room.

Just as suddenly, a large meteor made entirely out of dark matter materialized and crushed or blocked whatever was in front of him, soon after dematerializing to show the tiny mage glaring in her general direction with an aura around his vicinity that seemed to stop time for those caught in it but him. It wasn't large, just about ten feet around him.

"I'll assume that was the tower." he said in a deadly voice as he walked forward and towards to the other exit. "They might start sending bigger things. You can stay here if you'd like and be another number in their death count. I for one will deny them the pleasure of attempting to best me."

That's not how it's supposed to happen! He's supposed to get knocked down and start cowering in the face of her power! It's taking all of her self control not to throw a tantrum there and then.

"Don't count on it! They should be the ones scared if they try coming after me here!" Wriggle boasted, sticking out her tongue at Veigar as he made his way to the exit.

Veigar paused and looked back over his shoulder, a glint in his eye.

"If that is true, make sure to let them REALLY feel it and maybe even record it. It will be a grand sight to see indeed."

He laughed his usual way and set off to the next area.

004 → All hail the insect queen

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