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towerofanimus2012-09-02 10:35 am
wrigurun) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-02 10:35 am
Entry tags:
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]
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.
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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"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!no subject
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.
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"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."
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"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.
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"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.