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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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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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He did what he chose to do. He didn't want to kill me.
[She slowly takes steps back, ready to sprint for the staircase]
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[The deadpan look that appears on her face suggests otherwise, of course. You didn't really think that excuse would work, did you?]
If you move even a step away from me before I'm done speaking to you, I assure you that you'll be dead within the hour.
[...not that she wouldn't be anyway as far as Condesce is concerned, but who's counting?]
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She really hoped the tiny Dolorosa had been right about death meaning nothing here.]
It isn't my fault the Executor didn't shoot.
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It doesn't make any sense to play with me. I know purrfectly--perfectly well that you intend to execute me.
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[Smirking.]
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[She really hates how automatically that came and she bares her teeth at the idea]
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Do you see how much easier it is to cooperate, little girl?
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So she simply sneers.]
Don't lie to me.
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[Still technically true as long as she sticks with this wording :| ]