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towerofanimus2011-11-21 07:37 pm
Entry tags:
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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…]
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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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.]
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[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]
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[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.
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Not this time.
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...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.]
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[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!]
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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.]
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[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 @_@]
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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.]
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[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.
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[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.]
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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]
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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.]
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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]
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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.
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[UHHHHHH... Blinks, and his wings sort of... falter, half-fold]
You're wrong...? [WAIT, WHERE DID HIS CONFIDENCE GO. FUCK]
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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.
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[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!]
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You rebels are all so predictable.
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[Meanwhile... lkjsdf sob this really hurts!!! His wings moving around are just aggravating the places where her claws are dug in. He jerks his head to the side, trying to catch her in the face with his horns, reaching back and trying to grab her arm. Just... ljsdf need to get her off his back!]
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But that doesn't stop the Condesce from trying to follow through with her plan to pin him to the floor with all of her weight.]
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[Instead he's just trying to turn around to face her. It's clumsy, but maybe he can catch her again with his horns again if she tries to get close too soon]
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There we are. Right where you belong.
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Your flirting could use a little work, your highness. [All these mixed messages about whether you want him dead or not! Honestly, what's a guy to think!!!! And man, that is the driest 'your highness' in the world lksjdf]
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You could only wish you were so lucky.
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