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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[Terezi hears the scream, along with half of the tower. Her first thought is that a crime has surely been committed, and so she is immediately off to investigate.

But when she smells Feferi's mulberry scent, mixed with a healthy dose of rage radiating off a clearly adult troll, she turns right around and tries to sneak off. The cruelty of the Condesce is infamous, and she certainly doesn't want to be around when the empress is angry.

Of course, she's probably already been spotted.]

[DOOP DOOP IS THAT TROUBLE SHE BETTER GO INVESTIGATE--

...

Yeah Feferis turning right back around and high tailing it out of there with a fucking VENGEANCE.]

[ man, that's a lot of hair. ]

Nice weave.

[Huh. Angry as fuck troll screaming down the halls. Welp, nothing new here. Except that she was kind of giant as fuck with tons and tons of hair holy crap. Plus she looked a lot like that one chick he had a spontaneous rave party with earlier that week.]

What's got your panties in a twist?

[This is a thing that is true. It's been quite some time since she's seen a wriggler of any kind, so the second she sees Terezi darting away from her, she barks firmly, any previous tremor in her tone dissolved.]

Halt.

[Terezi freezes immediately out of something like instinct, but she doesn't turn. For her entire life, the Empress has just been some far off monster that couldn't hurt her directly. Now she's barely ten feet away, and Terezi has no idea what to do.]

[UH NO? Granted without Gl'bgolyb connecting the two of them, the psychic lash isn't nearly as powerful as it could have been, but she doesn't spare mercy on this version. Still, it's only meant as an attempt to immobilize her so that she can walk closer to get a better look.

Because last she remembered, the younger tyrian still had a few sweeps left to hit maturity...this one was definitely older than six sweeps.]

[That's...a flying orange alien of a race she hasn't conquered yet. So Davesprite gets a eyeful of a rather disgusted looking Empress, because christ that's an ugly color you're wearing.]

[And her back goes rigid, body chilling over with an almost painful tingling, like pins aggressively prickling over her skin.

But it doesn't stop Feferi from flipping around to look at the Empress, poised to decaptchalouge her weapon at a moments notice, though making no further movements that could provoke the older troll into aggression.

She wasn't ready for this yet.]

[Dave gets a face full of trident for his trouble. Which is to say its about an inch from his face. She has so many other things to be worrying about right now, and instead she's surrounded by CHILDREN.]

I don't have time for you, worm.

[Dave stares at the trident unmovingly.]

So I'm guessing that's a no to any hallway rave parties? Cause you seriously look like you need to chill out.

[The Condesce continues to approach, halting a good distance away. SHE DOESN'T APPRECIATE THAT YOU'RE KEEPING YOUR BACK TO HER, MISSY, do you have any idea how rude that is?]

Ahem.

[ talkative, isn't she? stares back at, just kind of... floating... there... he's going to have to do this to every new person he meets, isn't he? ]

Genetic mutation of Dave Strider and a crow. It was intentional, no I don't miss my legs and yes I did used to have two wings. Anything else?

[America either doesn't notice the fury or doesn't care.]

Man, there are a lot of you trolls here.

[Terezi turns slowly, forcing a weak smile and immediately wondering if that was the wrong thing to do.]

Hello.

[...Wrong too?]

[ Staring

Backing away and
Staring
really hard

Oh my god oh my god oh my god scary old lady troll ]

[The Empress comes right over to her and hovers, staring straight down in her usual condescending fashion.

And then a pleasant smile quirks on her lips, two long sharklike fangs poking out amongst the rest.]

My, don't the sweeps fly? I can't possibly begin to think that I'd lost track of you.

[That just makes her raise her eyebrow briefly. And then he too gets to be waved away with the prongs of her trident.]

I don't have time to listen to your nonsense.

[Okay Fef, keep calm. Perhaps she isn't even here for a fight?
Just. Stay calm. Answer her questions.]

There are issues with time here in this tower, Empress.

Perhaps it wasn't yourself who is at fault, but time and space?

[ shrug. no loss to him, he doesn't give a shit about trolls. waves her on her way. ]

Later.

[When she said she didn't have time for him, she wasn't kidding. It doesn't matter that he's a child, nor does it matter that he's never met her and she's never seen one of his species before. Right now, he is sassing her and is also in her way.

So The Condesce simply dips the trident to hook into Dave's shirt...

...and swings the trident full force to fling him to the opposite wall at the end of the hallway.]

[He'll notice it shortly if he takes a good look at her for a moment or two. After all, her hair is practically an eldritch god all on its own.

However, that statement gets her attention. Perhaps she can get something useful out of this one.]

Oh?

[The Condesce meets Jade's eyes evenly, the corners of her lips turning upward in a very sinister, manic grin. So many children at the worst possible moment in time.

Perhaps they could serve as a nice outlet for her anger.]

Sure, there's gotta be at least, I dunno, sixteen or seventeen of you guys. Mostly kids, though. Did you just get here?

[Apparently he just does not care about her rage.]

[ Jade looks down at the floor, stepping a foot or so back. She's not sure who this troll is, but they don't look nice -- her hands scramble for a sylladex that isn't there, and a rifle she never had in the first place. Instead, she has a jar of sand in her pocket and a few extra Band-Aids. ]

Um...

[ Oops, she trips over her own feet and falls on her rear, looking back at The Condesce anxiously. ]

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