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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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[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.]

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?

[this is so...infuriating. but redglare puts on her best toothy grin anyway. what did mindfang call it? ridiculous?]

I've merely been laying out the net. A time-consuming process, you see, that leads to great rewards.

[A she gets a fang showing grin back, Mindfang continuing forward, hands behind her back until she's only a small step apart from Redglare]

A net you say. And what fish do you think you'll catch in this net?

Your metaphor is all wrong. It's not fish that I'm after.

[redglare stubbornly stands her ground, though she half-expects mindfang to do...something.]

Oh, then what do you plan to catch in your net, Neophyte?

[Carefully she leans closer, their noses almost touching, ready to snap back at any moment.]

[this is a dangerous game to be playing, be redglare sure as hell isn't going to be the one to back up. so for now they stay, faces practically pressed together.]

Why, my aim is to dredge the scum out of the pool, of course.

[And Mindfang never backs down. In fact she chuckles, skimming her lips over Redglare's cheek as she speaks]

What... grand aspirations... And what if things slip from your nets? How do you plan to hunt then?

[redglare hisses faintly at the contact, but still doesn't back down. how could she do so now?]

I think that scenario is incredibly unlikely. Marquise.

[Mindfang chuckles, taking Redglare's reluctance to back down as permission to step closer again, till they're practically pressed together. Idly she works her fingers through Redglare's hair, seeing just how much it will take to make her snap]

It has happened before, hasn't it? So... not as unlikely as you think. Don't be so vain darling.

[redglare obviously takes exception to the violation of personal space--mindfang is definitely close enough to feel her tense up--but her pride won't let her back down. so she 'fights back', as it were, by tangling one hand in mindfang's hair, close to her face. see how she likes it.]

I don't think you have any room to speak of vanity.

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

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

good B)

wow way to be horribly slack with tags go me

no its ok /gathers all of these mindfang tags to bosom

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