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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]

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[The added space seems to confuse Naminé, but it's a small comfort that she isn't about to reject. The kind of harassment she's used to is the relentless kind, but perhaps this woman is after information instead. Grabbing someone isn't exactly the way Naminé would go about it, herself, but then, she's not a troll. Still, she watches Mindfang warily, not yet relaxing too much. What else, indeed? There are so many 'elses' that she's not sure where to start, except,]

... The letters should have explained some of it. [But that's not useful, and Naminé gets the feeling she should probably try to be useful.] There are monsters in the tower, sometimes, and ghosts, and the people who control the tower--... do things to us, to frighten us.

[Mindfang was different to a lot of trolls. A little less violent, and much more manipulative. If the girl was scared of violence well then, she could be gentle. A soft hand could sometimes prove to be the greatest weapon in breaking someone]

Letters? [She hadn't even looked at the paper next to her bed, so she hasn't a clue what Naminé means. But it doesn't matter, Mindfang's attention caught at the mention of monsters] Tell me more about the creatures, as well as those who think they can control me. Us.

[Gentle is probably a better way to secure her cooperation, but Naminé's also quite familiar with false kindness.]

[Hesitantly, she nods. So, she takes it Mindfang hasn't read them-- only there's no time to think too much about that, because the other subject is more pressing.] At first it was just ghosts, and the monsters were only in the forest, but lately there have been monsters from lots of different worlds all over most of the tower. [Too many to describe in detail, especially since she's been avoiding them like the plague.] They aren't usually out during the day, but there are more of them at night. No one's really sure who it is that controls the tower, but there are some people that seem to work for it. Most of them are... strange. They seem almost-- empty.

[Really, Mindfang was starting to think Naminé wasn't worth her time, a boon of luck for the girl. After all the less Mindfang thought of you, the less attention she would pay to you.

Silently she listens to the rest if the girl's information, nodding carefully] And what have you done to fight these empty people? A rebellion? Bartering? What weakness have they shown?

[Lucky indeed, especially considering that they'll likely be staying in the same room for a while.]

[Ah, so perhaps Mindfang is another of those who would fight.] They-- it's hard to speak to them. They don't respond to much. There are normal people in the tower who have said that they want to fight, but it's not easy. Whoever's controlling the tower knows how to control people, too. No one's sure how far it can go, but they-- they've even made people try to hurt their friends.

Is that all? [Her voice is blasé if anything, Mindfang more than accustomed to the idea of violence. If that was the main method of this place's control she was disappointed. Push anyone enough and they will generally be selfish and try and save themselves. Not that that was anything to look down upon, no in fact she would only encourage that sort of reaction.

Better to be alive and alone than dead after all.] That method of control won't last long at all. They'll be a rebellion soon.

[Is that all? It's a pretty horrible thing to do, as far as Naminé's concerned, and her brow knits as she regards this woman just a little more cautiously than before. ~~She decides against asking how Mindfang knows that and how sure she is.~~]

... I haven't seen it, but they say that the tower can just-- knock people out, if it wants to. [So if there is, it won't be an easy one.] They say that the collars can explode, too, if you try to get them off.

[Face still carefully neutral Mindfang turns away from Naminé, contemplating all the information. Trapped, monsters, the ability to make people harm others... it sounds just like home, really. She can't help it, she chuckles, before slowly turning around to face the little girl.]

And what about the other captives... tell me, are they all like you, or...? Just this last question and you may go.

[Naminé's eyes follow Mindfang closely. Although the woman hasn't done anything else quite as intimidating as grabbing her like in the beginning, the girl is still wary. She straightens slightly as Mindfang turns back to her.]

... No. There are trolls like you here, too - and a few other things, but mostly it's trolls and humans.

[Circling the room, she returns to the bed, picking up the scrap of paper. A lazy attempt at appearing to read it is made, though Mindfang's attention is more on Naminé, an eyebrow raised at her words]

What kind of trolls? Names, blood colours, signs?

[-- Ah, blood colors. It's so easy for someone like her to overlook things like that, but she's quick to remind herself that blood color is Kind of a Big Deal for trolls. Some of them, anyway.]

[She's... not so certain she wants to go naming off everyone. She's at least vaguely aware that some of them might not be as well-received by others of their kind as she'd hope.] Well... I don't know much about their blood colors. [She doesn't exactly ask, and she doesn't want to immediately assume they type in that color.] I do know there's at least one blue-blood, and a purple-blood. [She pauses, but in the end decides to offer the warning she often gives to trolls; she's been made aware of certain... unpleasant qualities belonging to the Condesce that make it seem appropriate.] ... As well as Her Imperial Condescension.

[Her boredom clear she circles the room as Naminé thinks, studying the furniture and everything else. It's only when the girl lists off two colours that she pays attention, this place has bloods higher than her? Unless the blue blood is someone of her own caste. Either way...] A dark blue or a lighter one?

[The information about the empress makes her raise an eyebrow, before shrugging] My my, they must be proud and think highly of themselves if they're trying to trap her here...

[That's an interesting thing to focus on, but Naminé knows all too well how limited her own understanding of the troll's hemospectrum is. Perhaps this has some importance.]

... Kind of in the middle, I think.

[What does cerulean count as--]

I... guess so. So far, they seem to be succeeding. [She hasn't heard anything about the Condesce escaping.]

[Sighs, getting that this girl has no idea what the difference in shades mean. Quickly her sleeve is drawn up and Mindfang draws her claws across her skin, the cuts immediately oozing her particular shade of blue blood.]

Darker than this or the same.

[Seems entirely unconcerned and for a good reason, her blood already starting to clot]

So she is stuck... interesting.

--! [Woah, what-- oh. Oh, that's... one way to clear things up, Naminé supposes, even if she does feel a bit distressed.]

I... think it might be the same.

[Her eyes flicker between Mindfang's face and the wound. Well, the woman seems okay with it, anyway.]

[Uncertain how to respond to that last bit, she just nods.]

[She's right, Mindfang's fine with it, the slight twinge of pain nothing compared to other pains she had face. The usual ache in her shoulder where flesh met metal was more of a pain really.]

The same... And the sign, was it...

[Pauses before using her finger and her blood to draw an ♏ on the paper before holding it up to Naminé.

This is more important than the Empress, yes.] Did it look like this.

[She tilts her head at that sign, looking thoughtful.] ... That does look a little bit familiar, but... I'm not sure. How do you know what someone's sign is? [Pause. Thinking back over the trolls she's met,] Is it usually on their clothing?

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