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towerofanimus2013-05-21 01:59 pm
cullscuttlefish) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-21 01:59 pm
[open] so come and face me now, here on the stage tonight
Characters: Empress Feferi Peixes and all her subjects (OPEN)
Setting: Dorm floors, Floor 10, Floor 73, and around the tower - name your place!
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you in comments.
Summary: The rumor carved in tiny print on the back of Feferi's neck is well-hidden, and she honestly meant well. She wanted to protect everyone. But a wish like that is never so simple in the Tower.
Warnings: LOTS OF THEM. Coddling and meddling in business that isn't hers, in the interest of 'helping' people. Trying to control others' behavior, in the name of 'not letting others suffer' - and this means pushing them towards believing in other Tower rumors, pointing your character towards death traps, stopping anything that will hurt it* or saying 'let me put you out of your suffering'. Also, a quick temper, and the writing is on the wall - if she thinks your character is in the wrong, there will be no card-game challenge**, only death.
But it's all for the best, really. She doesn't want you to hurt anymore, or to fight.
Character death is especially likely on Floor 73 - Feferi is angry and will justify any murder as one against her. If you only want her to mess with your character, don't tag into that prompt.
* except the resistance. she didn't mention it in the original rumor, and it's safe.
** but you will get a gold star for trying to challenge her to a card game.
Dorms:
Feferi Peixes isn't one to patrol the dorm floors. Going from place to place, greeting her friends? That's normal. But this is a patrol, nothing more and nothing less. That's unusual.
What's even more unusual is that her normal clothing is gone. She isn't normally so skilled with a needle and thread, but she's managed well enough, upstairs in the sewing room: the tyrian symbol on her clothing has been carefully removed and sewed onto a simple long, white dress, with a few accents: the long tails of her skirt have become a sash at her waist, trailing downwards, and there are tyrian accents just at the hem of the dress. She wears a bit of coral in her hair, and her jewelry and her tiara seem to shine with a bit more pride than normal. Perhaps it's because Feferi is standing straighter, and it seems to add a few inches to her normally diminutive height, heels clicking against the floor as she moves. Is it just a shadow, or is her hair even longer than it normally is? It trails down her back and past her hips on a normal day, but now it seems to reach the floor.
...is that blood dripping off the edges of her trident? Well, it doesn't matter if it is or it isn't. The Empress only kills when it's merited, after all.
Floor 10:
It should surprise no one that Feferi is here, in the aquarium. It's normally one of her favorite places, and as usual, she's laughing with the cuttlefish. Her fingers trail through the water, leaving little swirls and eddies for them to follow. The sound of her laughter isn't normally as - it isn't cold. It's hardly that; the problem is that it's too saccharine. Feferi has always had a sweet nature, but she's never let it go over the top.
Or is it that she's always been like this? Of course it is. She's always sweet, always kind. The Empress loves all of her subjects just the same way, even the smallest ones. Isn't that obvious?
Floor 73:
"This should have been mine."
Feferi's voice is a quiet, angry hiss. Every now and then, she comes up here, to allow herself to feel a moment of anger. It's always been a thorn in the Empress' side that when her control over the entirety of the Tower was taken, so was her castle. It was taken, and left a wreck, as a constant reminder that nothing here can be entirely hers, that her control only goes so far. It's all right, really; in the end, it just meant that she could keep a closer eye on her people. That's what she tells herself, in order to quell the anger. It works, most of the time, but not when she's here. Not when she's facing it.
Here, she can let her mask crumble, just a little, for a short while. When she leaves, she will be the benevolent Empress once more, but even the most kind person has their flaws. Her tendency to come here and remind herself of how her control was broken is one of hers.
Elsewhere:
Feferi can be found throughout the tower, checking on the residents. She's accompanied by a retrieval unit sometimes, and sometimes her trident is bloodstained, indicating that it's angered her and has had to be dispatched. But that's all right. She means so much good.
Setting: Dorm floors, Floor 10, Floor 73, and around the tower - name your place!
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you in comments.
Summary: The rumor carved in tiny print on the back of Feferi's neck is well-hidden, and she honestly meant well. She wanted to protect everyone. But a wish like that is never so simple in the Tower.
Warnings: LOTS OF THEM. Coddling and meddling in business that isn't hers, in the interest of 'helping' people. Trying to control others' behavior, in the name of 'not letting others suffer' - and this means pushing them towards believing in other Tower rumors, pointing your character towards death traps, stopping anything that will hurt it* or saying 'let me put you out of your suffering'. Also, a quick temper, and the writing is on the wall - if she thinks your character is in the wrong, there will be no card-game challenge**, only death.
But it's all for the best, really. She doesn't want you to hurt anymore, or to fight.
Character death is especially likely on Floor 73 - Feferi is angry and will justify any murder as one against her. If you only want her to mess with your character, don't tag into that prompt.
* except the resistance. she didn't mention it in the original rumor, and it's safe.
** but you will get a gold star for trying to challenge her to a card game.
Dorms:
Feferi Peixes isn't one to patrol the dorm floors. Going from place to place, greeting her friends? That's normal. But this is a patrol, nothing more and nothing less. That's unusual.
What's even more unusual is that her normal clothing is gone. She isn't normally so skilled with a needle and thread, but she's managed well enough, upstairs in the sewing room: the tyrian symbol on her clothing has been carefully removed and sewed onto a simple long, white dress, with a few accents: the long tails of her skirt have become a sash at her waist, trailing downwards, and there are tyrian accents just at the hem of the dress. She wears a bit of coral in her hair, and her jewelry and her tiara seem to shine with a bit more pride than normal. Perhaps it's because Feferi is standing straighter, and it seems to add a few inches to her normally diminutive height, heels clicking against the floor as she moves. Is it just a shadow, or is her hair even longer than it normally is? It trails down her back and past her hips on a normal day, but now it seems to reach the floor.
...is that blood dripping off the edges of her trident? Well, it doesn't matter if it is or it isn't. The Empress only kills when it's merited, after all.
Floor 10:
It should surprise no one that Feferi is here, in the aquarium. It's normally one of her favorite places, and as usual, she's laughing with the cuttlefish. Her fingers trail through the water, leaving little swirls and eddies for them to follow. The sound of her laughter isn't normally as - it isn't cold. It's hardly that; the problem is that it's too saccharine. Feferi has always had a sweet nature, but she's never let it go over the top.
Or is it that she's always been like this? Of course it is. She's always sweet, always kind. The Empress loves all of her subjects just the same way, even the smallest ones. Isn't that obvious?
Floor 73:
"This should have been mine."
Feferi's voice is a quiet, angry hiss. Every now and then, she comes up here, to allow herself to feel a moment of anger. It's always been a thorn in the Empress' side that when her control over the entirety of the Tower was taken, so was her castle. It was taken, and left a wreck, as a constant reminder that nothing here can be entirely hers, that her control only goes so far. It's all right, really; in the end, it just meant that she could keep a closer eye on her people. That's what she tells herself, in order to quell the anger. It works, most of the time, but not when she's here. Not when she's facing it.
Here, she can let her mask crumble, just a little, for a short while. When she leaves, she will be the benevolent Empress once more, but even the most kind person has their flaws. Her tendency to come here and remind herself of how her control was broken is one of hers.
Elsewhere:
Feferi can be found throughout the tower, checking on the residents. She's accompanied by a retrieval unit sometimes, and sometimes her trident is bloodstained, indicating that it's angered her and has had to be dispatched. But that's all right. She means so much good.
no subject
And then it jabbed into her gut. There was a burble and a cough, the spear having missed her spine narrowly. The blood that leaked out was, at first, the sinful, scandalous red of humans, but it soon stained a dark black on one of the tines. Chloe gripped hard, letting out a low chuckle.]
You... mean to make me suffer...
no subject
[She twists that trident in Chloe's gut, watching the red change to black. Interesting, interesting, interesting.
The Empress wants more. She twists again, harder this time, faster. She will have her scream.]
no subject
[Her body twisted a little at the feeling of the barbs moving around inside of her. She started managing to keep herself in check. The pair of twists weren't quite enough. But, the more that they twisted, the more that the blood changed its color and the inky bile mixed in with her red blood, creating a fetid sensation.
And then, it pushed a little too far, tearing coming along in her gut. She coughed again and then her lips parted into a scream. Tinny, light and almost airy, her whole body convulsed, back arched up into the grip of the creature while she swallowed, eyes clenched shut.]