i'm your source of self destruction

[restitchtime]

Characters: Rose Strider, her shadow, and anyone who wants to beat the shit out of it.
Setting: Floor 28 (september thirteenth)
Format: Action spam.
Summary: Rose finally tracks down her shadow. She doesn't waste any time getting on with things.
Warnings: Violence, blood, cursing, all that fun shadow fight stuff.

[it didn't take very long for Rose to find her shadow.

how could it have? ever since she'd realized just what these things were she'd been on high alert for her own, patrolling the tower with time clones to check for its inevitable appearance. she can't help but wonder if it had waited so long simply to spite her; it would certainly be something she'd expect from a thing wearing her face.

none of that mattered now, however. she'd finally found her, and in the blink of an eye had flash-stepped right in front of it. the shadow's taken aback despite itself, immediately tensing up.]

You-

[the shadow only manages to get a single word out before Rose's foot connects with its jaw, the sickening crunch confirming that the blow has done its job well. Rose shifts a little in place, entire body on high alert even as her expression screams smug confidence. no need to show any weakness, even towards a thing that claimed to be herself.]

Come on, we both knew that neither of us were going to be able to talk this shit out. Cut the crap and get on with it.

[that prompts the shadow into laughter, the sound harsh and dissonant through the broken bones. fogs rolls in thick and ominous as it steps back into the newly formed cover and begins to morph, the shape rising up like a monstrous shadow puppet.

after what seems to be an eternity it steps back out of the obscuring scenery, and only then does Rose allow herself a brief flash of fear and uncertainty as she grips her seam rippers until her knuckles turn white. this...thing may have been more than she'd bargained for.]

Fuck.

Comments

[restitchtime]

And they're just the kind of assholes that I'd end up stuck with for the long side of forever, too. What a world.

[she doesn't sound particularly bothered by the prospect underneath the usual veneer of abrasiveness]

[knightime]

If I ever turn into that asshole, you're free to sock me in the face.

[Not that he would.]

[restitchtime]

Like I'd wait to ask for your permission to do it anyway.

[knightime]

I mistook you for someone who has manners enough to at least ask, even if you're gonna do it.

[restitchtime]

Fuck that. Underneath my prim exterior is an impatient bitch who gets things done when they need to be; I can ask for permission afterward.

[knightime]

Man, it's probably a fucking honor to have you even ask for permission afterward. They need to climb a damn echeladder for that shit.

[restitchtime]

There's a waiting list a couple miles long of people clamoring just to hear me tell them what the fuck I did without asking. Actually wanting permission after the fact's enough to knock somebody out if they're not ready.

[knightime]

I guess I better get ready. Build up a resistance so if it actually happens, I'll be ready. I'll dream of it every night.

[restitchtime]

Cute. You dream about your sisters often or am I just doubly fucking special?

[knightime]

You're just so damn special. Make my heart all aflutter and everything.

[restitchtime]

Aw, I'm blushing. And here I thought that the extra relations would be a roadblock instead of an asset.

[knightime]

Of course not. You get extra brownie points and freebies for it.

[restitchtime]

That's awfully nice of you, even if I'm not going to know what the hell to do with it. You're probably the best and only suitor I've ever gotten, though, so congrats on that.

[knightime]

I've obviously ensured that you only get the most quality of suitors in the future. I saved you the trouble of dealing with assholes who aren't up to par.

[restitchtime]

You're a little late to saving me from the asshole cavalcade, sorry to say. They've been crushing me under their heels for years now.

[knightime]

Seeing as you're doing pretty fine, I can see their attempts to take you down are for naught though. Good attempts but none to get you off your steed.

[restitchtime]

Yeah, what a fucking great knight I make. [she scoffs lightly] King Arthur himself would be stomping down my door just to ask for my services.