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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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N-no. It was something that was here. [He's about to say something about his robolegs still being somewhat broken, but that's not a good thing to say, is it? Not when he's facing the empress. Then again, the wheelchair doesn't help anything.] Everyone can use them, er, if they have to.
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[Do you hear the disappointment in her tone, Tavros? Though she supposes its a fitting punishment for any descendant of the Summoner.]
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[Oh, he hears the disappointment. He must have worded something wrong, right?]
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You look familiar.
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[He has never really looked into his ancestor before, so he doesn't know about the Summoner aside from what he heard and knew from the Alternian version of Pupa Pan.
He really hopes reminding her of someone is a good thing and not a bad things, but he doubts it, considering where he falls on the hemospectrum.]
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[She releases him, finally.]
It would have served him much better to be more like you.
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... Oh. [He's pretty sure that he wouldn't wish being him on anyone else, but he won't actually say that now. Now is definitely not the time, and that's not a thought to be verbalized. He's curious too, though he won't ask the empress why it would've been better if whoever it was had been like him.]
Uh, I see.
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Go.
Though I doubt I will have little need for wrigglers, I will summon you when I wish.
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[EVEN IF THAT'S NOT IT, EXACTLY, he is out of there.]