towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: The Handmaid and YOU
Setting: Fourth floor!
Format: Action
Summary: The Handmaid is not taking very well to being trapped.
Warnings: None?

[When she first wakes up, for a split second, she thinks she's done something wrong and this is English's way of punishing her. Paralyzing her is certainly his style, but taking away her clothes and belongings is not. So she's wary. When she finds the trunk with all of her belongings carefully stowed away, even more alarm bells go off, and when she can't use her majyyks to turn back time to a point before she was here, she is enraged.

So she explores the castle, stalking the halls with a surly look on her face and her wands clutched tightly in her hands. The first floor she finds with an opening to the outside world somehow neutralizes her flying abilities, and by the time she makes it to the fourth floor with its glass walls, she is seething. It's bringing back memories of her time in Doc Scratch's care, and her first instinct is to shatter the windows with her majyyks.

Of course, that doesn't work.]

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Having difficulties, are you.

[She lowers her wand, glancing at Redglare over her shoulder.]

No.

[NOW GET LOST.]

Appearances must be truly deceiving on this floor, then.

[SIIIGH. She finally turns to face Redglare.]

There's no exit.

So it would seem. It's useless to direct your energy at this particular barrier, I think.

[She catches that smug look, and it doesn't sit well with her. She rolls her eyes.]

Obviously.

[But it's making her feel a bit better.]

Have you explored the upper floors yet?

[Grump grump grump.]

No.

Neither have I. For all either of us know, then, there could be something yet undiscovered that actually breaks when you attack it.

Maybe there is.

[And with that, she moves to stalk past Redglare and towards the staircase.]

Do you have a name?

No.

[Hey, she's being honest!]

A title, then.

I have a few.

[CAN THIS CHICK GO???]

Perhaps you could share one.

[Ugghhh.]

I've been called a demon.

How very dramatic.

Call me whatever you want.

When I think of a suitable name, then, I'll call you by it.

They call me Redglare.