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[shesapir8]

Characters: Mindfang, open to all
Setting: Around the tower
Format: Starting with action will follow with whatever's picked
Summary: Mindfang wakes up and flips some shit
Warnings: Shit being flipped. Violence. Will be edited if need be.

Dorm 1-15

[Even as she stirs, sleep paralysis clinging to her Mindfang doesn't freak. She doesn't allow herself to, doing that will only bring satisfaction to her captors, she's sure of it. Instead she waits, reaching out with her mind while she tests her body, waiting for it's response. And even when she does feel her muscles twitch and she finds herself able to sit up she doesn't rush, movements lazy as if she has not a fear in the world. The collar around her throat? An innconvience yes, but she knows she'll get it off with ease.

That doesn't mean she'll take this lying down though. If either of her room-mates are in the room as she wakes they'll find themselves grabbed by a rather tall troll, one eye a brilliant red, one arm completely robotic and her stare fierce even as her tone stays calm and controlled]

Where am I? Explain, now. 

Throughout the tower

[Having changed out of that skintight white suit into one of her changes of clothes Mindfang swaggers her way through the tower, her seeing eye focused and all her senses on alert. She won't let anyone surprise her, and if they even try... well, she'll enjoy a good fight, and she's more than prepared, with a thin sword strapped to her side and her dice on her person.

Scratches of blue line her throat where nails have broken through her skin in her attempts to pull her collar off, a fight she only gave up because of her need to find out more about this place. She'll best the thing, and once she does, she'll find those that put it on her and tear them apart. The audacity, thinking they could collar the great Marquise as if she was nothing but a lowblood slave.

She'll show them. Once she finds them]

Comments

[orphans]

[he should've anticipated it sooner.

but she'd been out of sight for months now, and at times he could have thought it sweeps. though, contrary to as it's said, not out of mind: it's just that she'd been downgraded to merely a daily thought, always intangible. sure, the tower had it's fair share of cerulean bloods, but none of them were her.

and thus, the sight causes him to stop in his tracks, eyes widening fractionally and breath hitching marginally. it was her, and at the same time.. wasn't. she was much changed from how he'd last seen her; from when she'd been with another. and the last he recalled there, he'd been making plans for her death. his gaze skims over her mechanical arm, to her ruined eye, and his hand finds its way automatically to the hilt of his sword. the only change she'd note in him was his similar lack of arm, though still without replacement.

dualscar doesn't speak; only considers.]

1/2

[shesapir8]

[It's the hitch in his breathing that gives him away, Mindfang jerking slightly as lifts her head to see him properly. For a moment she looks surprised, both eyes widening even if only one can see him. A ghost, it had to be. There was nothing else that it could be.

He was dead. Had been dead for sweeps, after being a complete fool and turning to the subjugglators to spite her. An idiotic action, and she knew, had known for sweeps how it would end. And yet here he stands, not whole but seemingly breathing.]

2/2

[shesapir8]

[It must be an illusion she decides, masking her shock with a tight chuckle as she steps forward to meet him] A ghost of an idiot? Is that what you believe will frighten me, fools?

[orphans]

[his gaze is, predictably, cold-- but if one were to study it, make contact with it, there's a flicker of... something there. he was never very good at successfully disguising his emotions. as it stands, however, his lip curls into that trademark sneer-- serrated teeth to glint in the artificial light. and he tilts his head towards her, casting more of a sinister shadow about his features.

deliberately, slowly, he draws his sword, to point it in her direction. the noise of doing so is grating, and his voice is dangerously low when he speaks. dangerous, but perhaps not to the marquise, who should be accustomed to such a tone coming from him. point is? he is not taking this newfound situation in stride at all-- quite the opposite, in fact.]

I am alive. But I see that the subjugglator did not do as he promised.

[shesapir8]

[Her only shift in expression is to raise an eyebrow, her sword staying firmly in it's sheath, her dice held carefully in her hand. Until he moves she won't, Mindfang still half convinced that the troll before her is all just a strange hallucination, a haunting memory of her past.

But to see him so riled up, so easily... curious. For all she mocked Dualscar's lack of control for his temper it wasn't this poor. What had happened to change that, what had he been through, if he really was standing there breathing. Which he wasn't. She knew he couldn't be, the subjugglators left nothing unfinished.]

Barely it seems. I didn't realise I had started a fashion trend. And in a way he did. He just sent someone that was too easy to crush my dear Orphaner. You know how they are, with their whims. Hard to argue you with too.

[fabricates]

[It's not what she's expecting. She's already seen a younger version of her Ancestor around, so when she sees the adult as she rounds the corner, she freezes solidly in her place.

Can it- The arm and the eye. It's just like in Mindfang's journal. Her first instinct is to do an acrobatic pirouette off the goddamn handle at the tower's newest arrival. Her second is to calm down because she can't be a total nerd in front of her Ancestor. It takes her quite a while to decide on her correct course of action, which unfortunately leaves her staring stupidly up at the adult for several minutes, wings fluttering excitedly.]

You're Mindfang.

[Smooth as fuck.]

[shesapir8]

[The younger looks like her. The horns, the seven pupils in one eyes. Everything rings familiar except for those wings, Mindfang raising an eyebrow as she studies them, studies the girl.

Much more smoothly than Vriska she nods, lazily meeting the younger's eyes]

Correct. And you are?

[fabricates]

[Be still her heart. No, who is she kidding this is officially the coolest thing ever. She really can't help the slightly doofy grin that spreads across her face, though she tries to make it look smug. It doesn't really work.]

Vriska Serket! I'm your Descendant!

[shesapir8]

[If Mindfang was a mind reader she'd only be agreeing with Vriska, really. After all, she was pretty amazing, she really can't and won't judge Vriska too much for that goofy look. In fact she'll just chuckle, continuing to watch the girl]

Descendant? My my, and I'm not even dead yet.

[uprisings]

[...speaking of lowbloods, welcome to the thirteenth floor. There is a troll sitting... not in the pews, but on top of them, leaning forward slightly, arms folded over his knees. His wings shine for a second as they shift open and catch the colored light from the stained glass windows, but otherwise he isn't moving much. All his focus seems to be on the little muttering voice from the front of the church at the moment...]

[shesapir8]

[She knows those horns, those wings. And yet the troll they belong to isn't even alive yet, probably won't be for sweeps. So forgive Mindfang for being a little surprised, even if she only shows it through her stillness, her staring.

Today has definitely been a day of surprises. And her natural curiosity doesn't help, even if the click of her boot heels are swallowed up in this place.]

Summoner.

[Playin it cool]

[uprisings]

[Her footsteps are swallowed up by the room, so the first thing he hears is his title, drawing his attention over and down. Aaaand...]

[Oh. Uh. In his experience it is never a good thing when a highblood he's never seen before knows who he is, so he's immediately a little on edge. Watching her carefully]

Blueblood.

[...also playing it cool but for... completely different reasons whoops]

[shesapir8]

[A careful flick of her eyebrows as she studies him up close. Really, he's exactly how he had been in the cueball, but still. This would be the first time she saw him in the flesh and that should be... treasured.]

Blueblood? You don't know who I am?

I thought my name would travel better than that... has Alternia forgotten me so quickly?

Dorm 1-15

[thegirltwin]

[The second she comes through the door, Nina feels herself suddenly grabbed, and looks up at the other woman with a start. Mindfang is tall and her grip is strong, enough that even Nina isn't sure she could easily break free. She twists slightly in the troll's grip, or tries to, but doesn't put up any genuine resistance for now.

The look in her eyes is hard, not quite a glare but not friendly either.]

If you let me go, I'll tell you.

Re: Dorm 1-15

[shesapir8]

[She can't help it, Mindfang chuckles at the look in the woman's eyes. For a moment her grip tightens and it's clear how strong Mindfang is, how strong the metal of her robotic arm is. And then she lets go, brushing metal fingers over Nina's shoulder as she continues to stand very close to her, lips curved in a smirk as she looks down.

The woman's strange appearance doesn't escape her though, Mindfang studying the woman's skin, the lack of any visible defences. What a weak little alien she had found.]

There. Now speak.

Sorry for the delay!

[thegirltwin]

[Nina gives a sharp hiss at the grip. She's suddenly aware that Mindfang could easily crush her like a bug or twist her into a pretzel without exerting any real effort. She refuses to completely give up on her defiance, but she's not about to pick any fights with this strange-looking woman either. She's used to strange-looking things in the Tower, but Mindfag's appearance is still intimidating.

She rubs the spot where Mindfag's grip tightens, and frowns. But she obeys.]

You're in the Tower. As far as anyone knows, that's all it's called. Nobody's found any way to get out and some powers won't work in certain areas.

Did you see the note that was left for you? Did you bother to read it at all?

It's fine, I'm slow as too!!!

[shesapir8]

[She can't help the small smirk that forms at Nina's hiss, at the discomfort she's caused in this woman. It's almost instinctive to straighten up a little more, flash sharp teeth and continue intimidating.]

What sort of powers don't work? [And the rest gets an eye roll, Mindfang shrugging it off] Does it matter. I can still ask questions, and why should I place my trust in a piece of paper written by captors.

No, it's much more informative to talk to prisoners.

[lethechained]

[Naminé enters Room 1-15 rather distracted, and since it is, after all, her room, she doesn't exactly expect to be assaulted in it. She doesn't even notice the troll until she finds herself suddenly being grabbed and lets out a surprised noise, reflexively tensing. Ironically enough, her previous experience with being manhandled does not encourage her to struggle, it encourages her to stay still - she's used to there being nowhere to run. Her surprise effectively short-circuits her ability to process Mindfang's order at first.]

What--?!

[shesapir8]

[Another weak alien female. While Mindfang has had a discussion with the other of her apparent hivemates she won't ignore Naminé. The girl could have useful information that Nina had not after all.

A slight purr in her voice and a glint of danger in her eye Mindfang stared down at the other female. Oh how she hated repeating herself]

I asked where I was, squishy thing. Care to explain?

[lethechained]

[A weak girl, indeed. She's small, slight-framed, and skinny, and certainly not at all an intimidating creature. Naminé looks up at Mindfang with wide blue eyes, clearly still startled but slowly calming. As she does, her expression is replaced with something that makes her look as though she feels a bit ill - this woman, whoever she is, has immediately reminded Naminé of someone she'd much rather forget, and she's all too familiar with the violence of troll culture.]

It's-- a tower. They brought us here and we can't leave. [It comes out in a rush; normally, she'd suggest Mindfang read the letters, but, well, that's not what's on the girl's mind at the moment.]

[shesapir8]

[Mindfang blinks, the dangerous look in her eyes fading as she recognised Naminé's fear. Internally sighing she took a step back, gave the girl her space even as she carefully waved her hand in a small circle, as if to indicate that she keep going. No use making the girl faint in her fear, and Mindfang isn't yet sure just how well she'll be able to take this pink thing's mind.]

And? What else. [She'd laugh at the idea of being unable to leave, but she'd rather get more information now.]

shuffles in late........

[legislacerates]

[it's difficult to be stealthy in many areas of the Tower; the sixth floor and its inexplicable forest is not one of those places, but fortunately for Mindfang Redglare is not making any efforts to hide herself. she's just leaning against a tree near the staircase, ostensibly to watch people come and go. it's a thing she does.

of course, that doesn't mean her cane isn't firmly in hand. the forest is home to strange beasts, after all, and it doesn't do to travel the Tower unarmed.]

Breathes on................

[shesapir8]

[It'd be impossible not to recognise Redglare, not with those ostentatious splashes of red on her person, not with that familiar cane in her hand. Mindfang spares a small raise of her eyebrows, recalling the cane in her chest, a trophy of a battle one. Had the legislator somehow gotten into there, and if she had, what else had she taken...]

Well, it seems all the dead are walking today... Neophyte. [Mindfang's voice is a soft purr as she swaggers towards the other troll, cocky as ever. She won last time after all]

there's no way this isn't gonna be hideous huh

[legislacerates]

[in the same way it's impossible for Redglare to miss Mindfang, especially considering how she was basically in the noose when the powers that be saw fit to transport her to the Tower. she straightens, shifting into a posture that is more fitting for defense. in a way she hopes this is just a trick of the Tower...]

I'm not dead yet, Marquise.

[she tilts her chin just so, a minor show of arrogance.]

Well I'm in this thread soooooooo that's a no.

[shesapir8]

You are for me. [And a chuckle to punctuate that, stopping just a few feet away from Redglare. The change in posture makes her smirk, and her voice stays in that purr, happy to continue her attempts to put Redglare off guard.]

And how has this wonderful place been treating you dear? Catch anything recently?