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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[Coincidentally, Ling had been just about to open the door from the outside hallway to go in, his mouth stuffed with an apple from the cafeteria; however, when he saw who was on the other side, well. He proceeded to flip out a bit, by jumping backwards back into the hallway, dropping the apple and pulling out his sword, staring...as much as you could stare without opening your eyes.]

What is this...?!

[W E L P three things happen here, more or less simultaneously: first, the Summoner startles as well, snapping his wings closed and stepping back into something approximating a fighting stance. Goodness, he does wish he had a weapon though...]

[Second, he realizes his opponent(???) is an alien, which is fascinating because he's never seen one before, but also says terrible things about the highblood's dwindling resources. Or how not!seriously they're taking him. He'll go with the former, for confidence's sake!]

[And third, he speaks, managing to keep his voice flat despite the surprise... somehow: ]

Who are you.

[Naminé's room is, unfortunately for her, on the same floor as the one the Summoner woke up on. So, completely unaware of the fact that there's a cranky troll in the hallway, she reaches the top of the stairs on her return trip from the open floor a level below (she needed some fresh air) and begins to step out into said hallway. However, upon turning her head in the direction she intended to go, she pauses.]

[Naminé has seen quite a few trolls. She has also seen her fair share of adult trolls. She has not, however, ever seen an adult troll with horns that large bearing down a hallway in her general direction with a... very uncomfortable looking posture. She's also only ever seen one other troll with wings, but that one was just a youngster. Her natural and immediate response is to stop mid-step and stare, still partially hidden behind the wall next to the stairs.]

[Tavros is on the same floor! And... honestly not paying much attention to the Summoner yet because he's too busy trying to get his horsaroni to drop the Tinkerbull plush as he follows it out of his room.]

Hey-- uh, you know, it would be nice if you could possibly drop that, since that is Tinkerbull-- [He doesn't get a chance to finish that, though. Nope.

Instead, he's finally noticing the Summoner, and he's just. Going to let his horsaroni walk off with the plushie because ADULT TROLL ALERT even if this one looks... kinda really familiar... in a really weird way. He's not sure how, though, because he's never met an adult troll outside of the Condesce.]

[Terezi catches the scent of an adult troll, and her first instinct is to turn tail and walk the other way. But it's a suspiciously chocolate-y scent that brings Tavros to mind immediately. So she stays put, but doesn't approach.]

[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.]

[While he doesn't see her at first, he can feel her eyes on him and it brings him to an immediate halt. He straightens out slightly, peering around the hallway and... clenching and unclenching his hands rather uselessly]

[It is only when he spots the few bits of her he can see from this angle, that his hands stay permanently balled up. Can't tell she's only a tiny human from here, so...]

Come on out, highblood, and uh, tell me where I am. Now would be good.

[OH GOODNESS. Well the moment he sees this, all the tension he's been holding sort of rolls out of him and he stops... because that is a babby troll what is it doing here]

[A babby troll that looks a hell of a lot like him when he was a babby. Man, and he sure remembers that stutter. This is now incredibly eerie for him!!]

What... Uhmm... What are you doing h-- how old are you? [LSKLDJF HOW DO I HANDLE TINY ME????]

[It would be a good idea to answer, right??? Right.] I'm-- um. I'm six sweeps, and definitely not younger or older, and, still doing a lot of aging. [HOW DO I HANDLE BIG ME?????]

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[The girl straightens slightly when he stops, staying very still. It doesn't make any difference in the long run; he sees her anyway. The request makes her blink. She's familiar with the troll's ideas of blood color and social order ~~although not the part about eye color matching blood color~~, but she can't quite imagine why someone would think she's a "highblood" - unless it's about her collar, which is admittedly purple. It was enough to confuse another adult troll before, but he'd assumed she belonged to a purple-blood rather than being one. Still, it's pretty obvious that this particular troll is new, so after a moment's hesitation, she steps out into the hallway, one hand still lingering on the corner of the wall.]

[She's quite possibly the least threatening alien he'll see today, barely more than a pale slip of a girl. She thinks it's probably best not to try to correct him about anything just yet; she's well aware of the violence prevalant in troll culture and he wouldn't be the first adult troll to threaten her, should things go that route. After a brief moment in which she attempts to figure out the best way to phrase it, she says,] The tower. [There's not really much more of a name for it, as far as she knows.] The letters should have explained it.

[Spots her and ONCE AGAIN all his tension just sorta... goes away! Why are the highbloods keeping kid trolls around in their trap? At least this one looks to have a more appropriate blood color then the last one, but... srsly what are they planning wow is he ever confused!!]

[Tilts his head after a second, wings fluttering sort of awkwardly against his back...]

I don't suppose you'll tell me how to get out of here? [Hey, maybe this'll work better then all his other questions so far...? Or something...]

[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!]

[WOW... HOW IS THIS... HAPPENING LKJSDF He stands there in sort of baffled silence for a moment after that...]

[And then, with rather more confidence and self-esteem then before!]

What are you doing here.

[At least this... isn't going badly like the Condesce?? THAT'S SOMETHING.]

Well. Uh. I guess the universe was destroyed, and we were brought here, so, that is what I am doing here. [Saying THE UNIVERSE WAS DESTROYED like it was no big deal. Because. It really wasn't a big deal for him.] I haven't really left the tower since I got here, to confirm that, but, I guess it is true from what some people have said.

[...and now he feels sort of terrible! It's just another of those weird pink aliens, and this one is way tinier then the last one. Good job, Summoner, you're the best at this]

[Still, while a lot of the malice in his voice before goes away, he continues to be pretty obviously annoyed, watching her quite carefully]

What letters? [Who needs letters!!! CLEARLY BARRELING INTO THE SITUATION FIRST IS A BETTER SOLUTION] What tower?

--....

[The better tone is helpful, but she's not exactly about to relax. She can understand why he wouldn't, either. It's an odd situation, and when one took into account the culture he (presumably) came from... well, she definitely didn't blame him. But-- "what letters?" Her brow furrows slightly.]

You didn't see any letters? They should have been in your room when you woke up...?

What people? [Highblood people? Squinting a little. Are you blindly believing highbloods, tiny!him? That is absolutely not an okay thing to be doing, don't you know!!]

Why haven't you been outside the tower? [And who's keeping you here? Goodness he has all these questions!!! But he doesn't want to overwhelm him, so he stops there]

[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.

In the respiteblock? [Glances back... in the direction of his room. Welp... makes a mental note to actually look at that place if this doesn't pan out]

I didn't really... stay in there long...! I guess being kidnapped clouded my judgement briefly. [Yep yep yep, that was definitely it. He was definitely not being fucking stupid about this. Yepppp]

[...Fortunately, she's not about to judge him. She's well aware how disorienting that can be.]

Um-- yes. [Or at least she assumes that's the right term.] Being kidnapped can do that. [Aaaaand there goes an attempt at a smile. It's brief, though, since she's still not sure how antagonistic this, er, gentleman might turn out to be.] Well... the letters would probably explain it better than I could, but-- it's... not good news, and they don't tell you everything.

[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.

[...BAWW AN ALIEN WITH THAT SWEET A SMILE CAN'T BE ALL BAD, RIGHT ('8 He ends up echoing the smile before he has a chance to think about it, and then shaking his head a little, trying to pretend... it didn't happen. Gotta be tough. She could still be the enemy!]

Hmm... [His wings buzz fore a second, thoughtfully, before he meets her eyes] Think you could tell me what the letters don't?

[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.

[NO, OF COURSE NOT. C: It's not like she has terrible mindcrushing powers or anything like that-- I mean, she notices the return smile, and it makes her shoulders relax ever so slightly, even though he tries to be tough right afterwards. The motion of his wings catches her eye and she glances at them, briefly curious before she realizes he's looking at her again and consequently looks back. After a second to process, she nods.]

Of course. [She hesitates for a moment, though, since it's not exactly an easy topic to cover.] But I should warn you, you might not like what you hear. [Her expression is suitably apologetic.]

[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...!

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