towerofanimus | 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.]

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[Dave stares at the trident unmovingly.]

So I'm guessing that's a no to any hallway rave parties? Cause you seriously look like you need to chill out.

[When she said she didn't have time for him, she wasn't kidding. It doesn't matter that he's a child, nor does it matter that he's never met her and she's never seen one of his species before. Right now, he is sassing her and is also in her way.

So The Condesce simply dips the trident to hook into Dave's shirt...

...and swings the trident full force to fling him to the opposite wall at the end of the hallway.]

[He should've seen that coming. He really should've seen that coming, and he sort of did, to some extent. Dave was able to pull some last second time shit to slow himself down. But not much.

His back smacks pretty hard against the wall and he slumps to the floor. Ow.]

Fuck. B-bitch.

[Calling down the hallway.]

Anything of worth to say, peasant, or shall I be on my way as I was?

[Dave slowly rises to his feet before he gives her the biggest. fucking. smirk. He uncaptchalogues his weapon Caledscratch, and turns the dial back, making it a full blade.]

Nah, feel free to turn and leave. I wanna get a nice good look at that choice ass of yours before you go.

[She is not amused, and so he'll get a very painful psychic shock to the skull for his trouble before she starts walking toward him with the intent to kill.]

[OW Jesus dick that hurt! He clutches at his head with one hand, his other still gripping his blade. He struggles to stay on his feet, the pain in his skull threatening to drop him to his knees. But he still smirks.]

That all you got?

[Dave stands his ground, not daring to advance yet abandoning the idea of fleeing as an option. Not that he would ever flee. He's far too stubborn for that.]

[Still nothing from Condesce. She does not have time for children and their shenanigans. Dave has approximately ten seconds to abscond on his own. If he doesn't, he will find the adult in front of him, prepared to stake him straight into the ground with her trident.]

[Nope. He is not smart enough, or simply too stubborn, to abscond.

Dave uses his flash step move to quickly advance upon her, swinging his blade at her quickly.]

C'mon, show me what you got.

LOCK YOUR DOORS, SHUT YOUR WINDOWS

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Okay, now. he's just asking for it.

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