towerofanimus | ♉pen

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Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: Around!
Format: Action to start, but I’ll follow
Summary: Somebody's po’d about suddenly being not at home!
Warnings: None at the moment

[He’ll only stay in this room as long as he’s forced here, he resolves. Being caught so completely, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, is neither pleasant nor comforting. In fact, if he allowed himself these thoughts anyway, it rather terrifies him. Nothing like being dropped into an unfamiliar and likely dangerous situation with a body that won’t move. His mind reels as he waits: Gotta be a highblood plot, right? But how would they have found him… hmm. And what about his cavalreapers? Everything feels off-kilter and strange, and the very moment he can, he slips across the communal respiteblock floor, wings half opened, and tries the door]

[AND LATER he’s moving carefully through each floor, suspicious and irritated. His head is held at an odd angle as he explores, lowered slightly so he’s forced to peer up through his brows to see, but his horns carve a sharp, dangerous arc through the air, settled at just about goring level. It’s not really the best threat, but he’s made them work for him in the past when he’s been desperate. And hey, if this isn’t a desperate situation here, without his soldiers or his beasts or his weapons, then he doesn’t know what is! So yeah... watch out, guys… This troll fit to snap at the first thing that looks at him wrong…]

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[Luckily for the Summoner, this troll hasn't spotted him yet. Being in an armistice with Signless meant she could be a little easygoing in terms of traveling about the tower. Most of the time, that meant brooding on the aquatic level, which had been a luxury she hadn't been allowed for sweeps since she had left Alternia to its grubs and wrigglers.

She's finished for the evening, however, seeing as she had only taken the evening dip to clean her garments of the human blood that had stained them not hours ago. There's a trail of water following her as she heads down the hallway, back turned to the other troll.]

[Well he's... never seen the Condesce herself in person before!! And there certainly aren't signs of her royal blood from behind her. So while he does go very still when he sees her, he just sort of... assumes she's one of the highbloods in charge and not... you know... THE Highblood In Charge]

[So he'll just go and do this incredibly intelligent thing, sneaking along behind her, trying to close the distance between them as quietly as possible until he might... be able to... grab her by the windpipe. Keep her silent until she'll answer questions... or... you know... kill her. Either is good in his book!]

[One thing the tower has taught her is to never let her guard fall too much. So Summoner is able to get pretty close, but the moment she hears a second set of footsteps hitting the wet floor, she's on alert and instinctively spins around, palm open and talons bared, in an attempt to defend herself.

There will be no killing today. Maybe. At least not right this second. Probably in a few minutes. Condesce will look startled for a moment, regardless of whether or not her blow actually connected, before she would begin to chuckle lowly.]

Oh how charming.

[He's very much on his guard though because this is risky, so when she swings at him, he catches her wrist--]

[But only for a moment, because it takes just looking into them tyrian purple eyes and he knows exactly who she is. WELP THIS WAS NOT HOW HE WAS PLANNING ON HIS NIGHT GOING, REALLY! He let's her go immediately, back stepping twice]

[Man, he had whole speeches planned for this very moment, but they've all gone and evaporated out of his think pan. He's just left with this sort of... awful disgusted look, his wings opened suddenly, like a threat, and a couple words: ]

You bitch.

[Its ok, nobody really plans for this moment. Or rather, everyone does, but nobody expects it to ever happen. When he releases her wrist, she makes a show of rubbing it and dusting it clean before looking at him down the bridge of her nose.]

The proper title is "Empress" or "Your Condescension", but I suppose I can forgive the slip up just this once.

[Her eyelids lower in a predatory fashion. This one would put up a fight and he was alone, unlike the other two lowbloods that glued themselves at the hip.]

How nice of you to join us.

[Wow he really doesn't like that look at all! Ends up giving her a rather similar look back, baring the ragged line of his fangs for just a moment. Because ALSO UNLIKE the other two, he's super not into the whole... make peace with the Condesce thing! If she really wants to kill him, he will take her down with him, and that is obvious in every hard line of his body]

Us? [Assumes... she means the royal guard or something???] You look pretty alone right now...!

[She technically means just her and Dualscar, because the others don't matter. In fact, Dualscar barely matters. Maybe "us" was a bad term after all.]

You of all wrigglers should know that I am never alone.

[...which was a fib, because Gl'golyb hadn't followed her to the tower, but it looked like Summoner didn't know where he was yet. NO HARM NO FOUL.]

[...woops, momentary miscalculation. His wings snap shut, but that is the only sign that he's spinning back his plan a little ways, turning another corner and... well...]

[This is actually a terrible idea!!! But it's the only thing he can think of]

[So he takes another step back and gestures at the center of the circle on his chest]

Then come on, bitch! Send me to my culling; you've wasted enough time letting me wander around your hivestem. [Because there's gotta be a reason she's let him get around like this, right? She didn't just execute him when she caught him for a reason! MUST BE. Assuming, of course, that this is all her plan.......... NOPE. STAY CONFIDENT. DON'T LET HER SEE YOU SHUDDER]

Talking back and trying to order me about. My, aren't we feeling gutsy this evening.

[When he steps back, she steps forward confidently.]

Killing you now would be petty. A waste of time. An example will be made of you, first.

Just like every other long-winded heretic.

[OH HO? Then he'll step forward to meet her, grinning all stupidly confident into her face]

Not this time.

[She smiles and shakes her head in an almost disappointed fashion...

...before she tries to grab his horns and shove them straight into the wall to anchor him. Oh, if only she hadn't left her culling fork in her room -- this would have been over so quickly.]

[Well... okay so he's taken by surprise. Despite her strike earlier, he still kind of has this (obviously misinformed) idea of her in his head, that she's just a lazy slob, never fought a battle in her whole entire life because she's a spoiled rotten highblood with too much power and not enough time on her hands]

[BUT HIS HORNS ARE ALSO KIND OF HIS BIGGEST WEAKNESS. He knows they're an easy target, and the second his head starts moving of its own accord, a hundred little escape plans he's trained himself for start buzzing through his head and--]

[And he strikes up towards her elbows, and kicks out at her leg, trying to hook around her knee and knock out her balance, while his wings thrum into motion, counteracting how amazingly off-balance all that leaves him. He would really appreciate it if you went down, seawitch!]

[Oh good, at least he has something to show for being a noisy upstart. Better than Signless, who couldn't bare to throw a punch if his life depended on it. She likes that.

Or she would like it, if he wasn't lowblooded scum.

Condesce's arms hold surprisingly firm despite the strike, but the sweep to her legs unbalances her. She hangs on both horns to try and pull him down with her, swinging her weight to the side to try and toss him out of the way. Because no way is she gonna leave him the opening to toss her across the room with those damn horns.]

[Goddammit you were supposed to let go, ffffuuuuuu really wishing he had a lance with him. Even just a regular blade would be better then this]

[He grabs her wrists when she doesn't let go, digging the point of his claws at the softest part of them. At least he can try to make her bleed before she throws him @_@]

[AW FUCK that hurts, enough that she hisses like a snake when they shred through and her tyrian hue bubbles to the surface of her skin as she flings him down the hall. She looks mildly annoyed for a moment before she brings to appendage up to her fangs to lick it clean and her expression warps to disinterest. AINT EVEN BOTHERED, SUMMONER.

She's not going to actively pursuit him though -- she's interested to see whether he'll run, charge at her, or wait for her to make the next move.]

[He's... quietly thankful she doesn't come after him, because it does take him a second to recover and reorient himself. Being tossed around by your head sucks! Still, it's quick enough that he catches her annoyed look, and feels so pleased with himself aaahahaha. YOU WERE BOTHERED DON'T EVEN LIE]

[Ends up... mirroring her pretty closely, bringing a hand to his mouth and licking the blood off the end of his claw. He grins against her disinterest though, trying to push her into attacking first now that they have a little distance between them]

Careful, lady! You might uh... hurt yourself.

Says the dirtblood who narrowly missed a beheading not moments ago.

[She smiles far too pleasantly at him, rotating her wrist once before letting it fall. SHE WAS NOT BOTHERED, YOU CRAAAAAAAAY. She's also not moving.]

[Baww, that's unfortunate]

Beheading requires a blade, seawitch. I wasn't in any trouble. [Shifts his footing, opening his wings and... leaning like he might charge her]

[But he doesn't. He just... holds there and smiles back]

[She laughs, low and amused.]

Then you're not thinking creatively enough. And that is why you will never win against me.

[When she sees him shift, her muscles subconsciously brace themselves to react, though her posture doesn't shift.]

[He sees her tense though. He wouldn't be a very good cavalreaper if he didn't know the tells of a fight! And it only makes him grin wider that he can get her to react at all, even if it is subconscious]

You underestimate us. And that's why we'll win, even if it takes sweeps and sweeps. [Still hanging out here, half lunged, but having this conversation like it's a normal every day thing to be talking to the Condesce about rebellions]

[...oh this one doesn't know. Cute. Well, time to fix that. Her grin nearly splits her face almost manically, enough to reveal the second row of teeth hiding behind the first.]

By all means, continue throwing yourselves at my feet. I've claimed two leaders of both ridiculous movements. Three is the magic number, is it not?

Perhaps one day you'll all understand that your efforts are futile and worthless.

[...welp. That was really not what he was expecting!!! He knows about the first one, obviously, the Signless is what inspired him to do this in the first place. But... he definitely hasn't heard about a second? Maybe her propaganda was good enough to completely wipe out all mention of it... But that doesn't seem possible, and that terrible terrible smile of hers definitely suggests differently!]

[UHHHHHH... Blinks, and his wings sort of... falter, half-fold]

You're wrong...? [WAIT, WHERE DID HIS CONFIDENCE GO. FUCK]

[Oh that's so much better. His hesitation only fuels her malice. She begins to step closer again, trying to entice him into a charge.]

Oh, but I assure you I'm not. And there's no such thing as martyrdom when all of your followers are dead and gone.

[hhhh dammit Summoner you are dumb, BUT GUESS WHAT, she wins! Because he does charge. Well I say charge...]

[Really, he jumps, wings propelling him up far higher then the jump itself, and turns over himself in the air, coming down at her feet first. It's all one smooth rather practiced motion, mindless, because in his head he's just going NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE, not really thinking at all!]

[The second he starts moving, she's counting, eyes following him like a predator. Once she deems that he's close enough, she dives forward out of the way and twists around to catch him once he lands, attempting to sink her claws straight into the bases of his wings near his shoulders.]

You rebels are all so predictable.

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