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cullionfish.livejournal.com) wrote in
towerofanimus2011-09-11 02:14 am
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LOCK YOUR DOORS, SHUT YOUR WINDOWS
Characters: Her Imperious Condescension and YOU!
Setting: The hallways or wherever you want. Just specify!
Format: I'm starting in action, but I'll match.
Summary: The Condesce has arrived -- and she is DISPLEASED.
Warnings: The Condesce is a warning in herself. Expect violence.
[The sleep paralysis had served little purpose but to infuriate The Condesce even further than she already had been. She had felt the stray threads connecting her to her lusus snap, which would have meant that the Vast Glub would begun to take Alternia by storm in no less than five minutes. Tyrian purple irises dilated in rage when she had realized she couldn't move.
But it was likely that all of the Tower could hear her scream in fury when she was finally able to move her jaw. It wouldn't be hard to pinpoint the source once she was out in the hallway. Her Imperious Condescesion was an imposing figure, decorated in various jewelery of vast expense, christened with a crown and holding a trident. She had wasted no time in shedding the gaudy suit she had been given.
She would find who had brought her here, and she would make them pay.]
Setting: The hallways or wherever you want. Just specify!
Format: I'm starting in action, but I'll match.
Summary: The Condesce has arrived -- and she is DISPLEASED.
Warnings: The Condesce is a warning in herself. Expect violence.
[The sleep paralysis had served little purpose but to infuriate The Condesce even further than she already had been. She had felt the stray threads connecting her to her lusus snap, which would have meant that the Vast Glub would begun to take Alternia by storm in no less than five minutes. Tyrian purple irises dilated in rage when she had realized she couldn't move.
But it was likely that all of the Tower could hear her scream in fury when she was finally able to move her jaw. It wouldn't be hard to pinpoint the source once she was out in the hallway. Her Imperious Condescesion was an imposing figure, decorated in various jewelery of vast expense, christened with a crown and holding a trident. She had wasted no time in shedding the gaudy suit she had been given.
She would find who had brought her here, and she would make them pay.]

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But when she smells Feferi's mulberry scent, mixed with a healthy dose of rage radiating off a clearly adult troll, she turns right around and tries to sneak off. The cruelty of the Condesce is infamous, and she certainly doesn't want to be around when the empress is angry.
Of course, she's probably already been spotted.]
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Halt.
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...
Yeah Feferis turning right back around and high tailing it out of there with a fucking VENGEANCE.]
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Because last she remembered, the younger tyrian still had a few sweeps left to hit maturity...this one was definitely older than six sweeps.]
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Nice weave.
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DAMNIT DAMNIT wrong account sorry about that
What's got your panties in a twist?
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I don't have time for you, worm.
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Okay, now. he's just asking for it.
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Man, there are a lot of you trolls here.
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However, that statement gets her attention. Perhaps she can get something useful out of this one.]
Oh?
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Backing away and
Staring
really hard
Oh my god oh my god oh my god scary old lady troll ]
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Perhaps they could serve as a nice outlet for her anger.]
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[He'll round the corner, and soon come to a stop. One of those grey people he keeps seeing, but no one else.]
Is everything alright, miss? I heard a scream...
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[She turns to meet his eyes evenly. There is no warmth or good intention hidden in her's.]
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But then he sees who it is.
Yeah, this horsaroni is getting turned around as quietly as possible so that he can try to gtfo.]
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She knows those horns -- it had been a few sweeps since she saw them last (and she didn't remember the Summoner being confined to a chair of all things), but she knows them.]
Well well.
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Shit.
She weighed the options. On one hand, running away might be good. Great even. On the other, an angry empress was just going to hurt people. Indecision left her standing there, rooted to the spot and an uncharacteristic word slipped out]
Fuck.
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I suppose this is my lucky night, isn't it? You cost me a good Executor, you know.
It's about time I returned the favor.
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Iiii, hope you weren't planning on not getting a million tags
He stops dead when he sees who it is, though, his eyes widening. Unlike his friends, he doesn't abscond, but he doesn't approach, either. It's obvious who this is, and all he can think of is what Psiioniic told him.]
...Fuck.
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But the Empress makes sure that her narrowed eyes meet his -- she's already mad enough from waking up here instead of starting the journey back to Alternia.]
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Like this, he was making his way through the hallways, only at the first sight of the Condesce he stopped, a look of slight concern on his face.
Wow. That was. That was the Condesce. She was here. The Condesce was here. Oh god oh god oh god someone had to tell Fef. Now, however, it was probably too late to bolt out of the hallway. He was too close to her. So instead, hedging his bets, he bowed.]
Empress.
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Of course, when she got a better look at him, she couldn't help but let her light smile spread ever so slightly to reveal the whites of her teeth. He looked so much like Dualscar, though she never would have pictured him wearing glasses.]
Ah, a proper upstanding Alternian denizen. What a pity it is that you're here, instead of back on the homeland.
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Just that one sound was enough to nearly obliterate the Ψiioniic, leaving only the Helmsman behind again.
When she appeared he was pressed against the wall, eyes wide and whimpering, tiny crackles of blue and red electricity passing between his horns. The latter wasn't so much an attempt at aggression or defense as it was pure, unthinking panic. He was away from his post, he was disobeying, she was already angry and there wasn't a fucking thing he could do about it.
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"I suppose it's only fitting that you would be here as well," the Condesce replied sweetly, smiling her fake smile. Her eyes, of course, didn't miss the electricity darting to and fro in the atmosphere, and it caused her brow to furrow slightly. "Though I expected a better greeting than this, especially from you."
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YOUR HORNS ARE HUGE!
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How astute.
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late to the party
maybe Castor is the one that voices the thought of 'maybe we just shouldn't' while Pollux just says 'that's fucking stupid. of course we should.'
there sure is heavy lisping there. ]
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Condesce looks extremely fucking puzzled at what she's looking at. That's...not her Helmsman. Is it?]
/shakes fist at notifs
thrthly
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