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towerofanimus2012-12-15 01:42 pm
luckout) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-15 01:42 pm
so come on and give me your worst
Character: Vriska and you
Setting: Room 3-01 and then all around the tower
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: Vriska's just arrived and she's Upset. So she's going to go exploring to see what this place is all about.
Warnings: Language, Vriska is her own warning
[She didn't remember falling asleep. She'd been talking to John and Tavros, catching the alpha John up on what was going down with Lord English. Someone had been approaching, the Peixes look a like, she was pretty sure. So how had she ended up in this stark room unable to move? Nothing about it felt like a dream bubble, and she'd seen her fair share of people's memories and none had ever looked like this. It was no sooner that the paralysis wore off that she had scrambled off the human sleeping square and began looking around the room. Four beds. A communal respiteblock? She hadn't signed up for this crap. The notes caught her attention next, and she sat down to read them. Wow, if that wasn't the most useless information she'd ever read. How far behind were they? Alternia being gone was old news. This was stupid.]
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[There was no point in wasting time, so Vriska had left her room as quickly as she could to go exploring. It was a new place, and nothing she was familiar with which didn't sit well with her. She was usually the one with all the knowledge and information. All of it. And all she knew about this place was that it apparently ran on bullshit if the letters were anything to go by. She was apparently supposed to go to the cafeteria and eat oatmeal, but that was the last thing she had in mind to do. Judging from the amount of stairs she'd already climbed she had a lot of ground to cover before she needed to worry about eating something. She's alert and on the lookout for anything suspicious, or even other people. If the placards on the rooms were anything to go by, this place was full of other people, like a hivestem? She'd hit up one of the terminals she'd seen later once she'd done some reconnaissance and gotten a proper feel for this place. Vriska Serket didn't do unprepared.]
Setting: Room 3-01 and then all around the tower
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: Vriska's just arrived and she's Upset. So she's going to go exploring to see what this place is all about.
Warnings: Language, Vriska is her own warning
[She didn't remember falling asleep. She'd been talking to John and Tavros, catching the alpha John up on what was going down with Lord English. Someone had been approaching, the Peixes look a like, she was pretty sure. So how had she ended up in this stark room unable to move? Nothing about it felt like a dream bubble, and she'd seen her fair share of people's memories and none had ever looked like this. It was no sooner that the paralysis wore off that she had scrambled off the human sleeping square and began looking around the room. Four beds. A communal respiteblock? She hadn't signed up for this crap. The notes caught her attention next, and she sat down to read them. Wow, if that wasn't the most useless information she'd ever read. How far behind were they? Alternia being gone was old news. This was stupid.]
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[There was no point in wasting time, so Vriska had left her room as quickly as she could to go exploring. It was a new place, and nothing she was familiar with which didn't sit well with her. She was usually the one with all the knowledge and information. All of it. And all she knew about this place was that it apparently ran on bullshit if the letters were anything to go by. She was apparently supposed to go to the cafeteria and eat oatmeal, but that was the last thing she had in mind to do. Judging from the amount of stairs she'd already climbed she had a lot of ground to cover before she needed to worry about eating something. She's alert and on the lookout for anything suspicious, or even other people. If the placards on the rooms were anything to go by, this place was full of other people, like a hivestem? She'd hit up one of the terminals she'd seen later once she'd done some reconnaissance and gotten a proper feel for this place. Vriska Serket didn't do unprepared.]
god i missed her
[All right, that didn't make a fucking lick of sense, but when the hell did this particular batshit bitch ever get her friendlies on with sense in the first motherfucking place? Never is when. He was still on high alert - even when she was seemingly only interested in banter, Vriska could just as easily switch tactics and try to force her way into his mind. What a fucking joke - he'd done this song and dance before, and he wasn't going to let his guard down again.]
[When in doubt, divert the subject.]
When your twisted, heretical ass be done slathering the motherfucking flatteries on its own fuckin' self, maybe you'll be up and remembering who exactly the motherfuck is getting their return trip on at fuckin' who in this bitch.
[He curled his lip in a growl, baring those ugly, twisted fangs.]
I MISSED HIM
[Her grin stays, and she doesn't seem at all perturbed by his aggressive stance. It's a form of baiting that involves absolutely no effort on her part, and whether it works or not is a win-win in her book.]
no subject
[Oh, fuck, this was gold. She really didn't remember a single fucking thing. Gamzee had decided that he didn't give a solitary shit about her lost memory of this place, or wherever she'd happened to be taken from on their timeline. His feelings of resentment ran a little too deep to just be discarded on account of that.]
[The sneer quickly faded, replaced now with a smirk that reeked of condescension.]
Really ain't no recollecting being all motherfuckin' happening up in them useless pancogs yours, then? Poor fuckin' girl.
[He gave another vicious chuckle, shrugging a little.]
Look like them luck juices what flow solitary through that desolation pump yours ain't run out just motherfuckin' yet, since you all ran your ass into this magnanimous motherfucker.
I can tell you all of what the noise you be motherfuckin' needing, my most empty-panned and pathetic of fuckin' bitches.
no subject
Well... There is one thing you can tell me, though I doubt the answer will be satisfactory.
no subject
[It did take him by surprise a little when she admitted to needing some info. That surprise didn't last long, however, before he was coming up with new ways to try and make this as painstaking as possible.]
Motherfuckin' price varies based all up on the wicked quality of info bein' hashed, Serktits.