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.]
thekidsare0kay: (2tartled)

[personal profile] thekidsare0kay 2011-09-13 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
You will? [He pauses, blinking] Uh, what I mean ith, you're going do that yourthelf, without uth all helping?
thekidsare0kay: (grin)

[personal profile] thekidsare0kay 2011-09-13 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.