http://cullionfish.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cullionfish.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-09-11 02:14 am

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.]

[identity profile] allthefeelings.livejournal.com 2011-09-11 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eridan, naturally, had heard the scream, but he hadn't paid it much mind. There was no end to the amount of irritating levels in this building. If he was prone to it, he probably would have screamed by now. As it was, he was leaving his room for the only real reason he left it anymore, which was for food. He didn't want to die. He just didn't want to have to deal with people right now, really, even if nobody had been reacting to his sulking and he was thinking of bringing it out to the public just to impress upon everyone how much he didn't want to talk to them.

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.

[identity profile] allthefeelings.livejournal.com 2011-09-12 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay. This is going to take all of his protocol knowledge. Shit, how much does he actually have of that? This is nervewracking.]

Yes, Condescension, it's an upright shame. I wwas under the impression that it came under attack from meteors, though? And...

[Oh. Why did he say "and"? He shouldn't even mention this, should he? Fuck, fuck, fuck, think of the implications it will have, okay, he can do this, aaagh.]

...that. The Imperial Lusus had perished. Wwhich wwould a' led to my death, had I still been on Alternia at the time... I'm...sure you knoww all a' that, a' course, Empress.