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towerofanimus2011-09-11 02:14 am
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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...
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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But it doesn't stop Feferi from flipping around to look at the Empress, poised to decaptchalouge her weapon at a moments notice, though making no further movements that could provoke the older troll into aggression.
She wasn't ready for this yet.]
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And then a pleasant smile quirks on her lips, two long sharklike fangs poking out amongst the rest.]
My, don't the sweeps fly? I can't possibly begin to think that I'd lost track of you.
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Just. Stay calm. Answer her questions.]
There are issues with time here in this tower, Empress.
Perhaps it wasn't yourself who is at fault, but time and space?
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[Yellow eyes narrow softly. Technically, it would be improper to dispose of her quite so early...but did it matter, now that Alternia was gone?]
You're not quite of age yet.
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[God how she wished she had someone here to support her, this was terrifying beyond anything she'd yet to experience.
Sollux, I'm sorry... There was no way she expected to leave this encounter atleast unscathed.]
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[Stating the obvious, yes, but usually calling people on their behavior spurred action, and she was curious to know more about this particular heir to be.
Though she was sure she would have been like all the others.]
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[And I'm your heir, a threat to your position as Empress.]
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And your last. I can't have you throwing your weight around here so long as we're both in the same predicament, you know.
[And here, still either attempt to stab her with the weapon or, if she manages to dodge that, hook it around a piece of her dress and fling her into the opposite wall.]
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HOPE YOU LIKE METAL SCREECHING, CONDESCE.]
You're nothing but a shark! No one will follow your rule here!
[Fef let out a growl, bounding into the air for a downwards strike on the Empress.]
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Should she succeed, she will also find the Empress's foot pressing down on her armed hand to keep her from fighting back again.]
Pathetic.
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But if she had to die, she'd at least go down fighting tooth and nail.
She'll roll away once she hits the ground, slashing at the Empresses' ankles, determined to leave some sort of mark on her by the end of this encounter. It was all she could really ask for in this situation.]
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The Empress pursued her after the slash, attempting to pin her weapon to the ground with her own while grappling for her throat to squeeze.]
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The Condesce's attempts to pin her weapon were successful, so she quickly scrambled to get distance between the two of them.
Without a weapon, Feferi was screwed.
So she had one final attack before her inevitable fall to the Condesces hands.
She decaptachalouged everything in her sylladex at her ancestor, ranging from books and blunt objects, to soft plush dolls that wouldn't do more than annoyingly bonk her in the head.]
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That hurt just as much as it looked.]