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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[That startles him, but okay.]

Well, they thay that they're rethcuing uth, and it'th true that our world ith dethtroyed, along with our entire rathe, ekthept for a few. But it theemth weird, to me. Why would it be tho dangerouth and inconvenient, if thith ith really thome kind of rethcue? And why the collarth?

[He tugs on his own, a bright blue] It theemth to me that it'th thome kind of ekthperiment, inthtead. To thee how we react. Like thqueakerbeathtth in a mathe.

...your Highnethh.

[Her lip twitched. If that was true, than a good majority of her fleet would have been destroyed as well, nevermind all of their race.]

Inconvenient.

[She repeated his choice of words, sucking on her rows of sharp fangs in displeasure.]

Well, it won't be for long, unless they are particularly apt at hiding.

Yeah. [He's just...not going to mention that it's entirely possible that their game was the reason why their universe was destroyed in the first place] Well, I've already tried to break out, and it didn't work very well. The wallth of thith plathe are blatht proof. Even my eye latherth couldn't penetrate them. And there aren't any doorth.

I'll hunt those responsible down. No need to worry about that.

You will? [He pauses, blinking] Uh, what I mean ith, you're going do that yourthelf, without uth all helping?

[Sollux's response causes her eyebrows to raise slightly. From the majority of the reaction she had seen so far, it was almost pleasant to see one of the wrigglers take a vested interest in her doings and affairs.

So he gets a softer grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes.]

If a job needs to be done, who better to do it than I?

[Considering everything he's heard about her, she doesn't seem that bad at all. He had expected her to order him around, or do something horrible, especially after what Psiioniic had told him and how similar they are. Which isn't to say he's suddenly her biggest fan, but his brain is starting to engage again as he relaxes a bit and stops panicking.

He studies her for a moment, considering his options, then grins and gives a shrug as he starts to turn away]

Well, okay. Good luck with that, then, Condethe.

[As he turns his back, she can't help but let that grin turn predatory. He was young, but she saw the Psiioniic's mutation in him plain as day. He would be a useful one to keep an eye on, but not so close as to drive his loyalty away just yet.

After all, she had the elder. There was no rush.

So Sollux gets an amused trill of delight as he wanders off.]

LOCK YOUR DOORS, SHUT YOUR WINDOWS

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