001 ♓ Her Imperious Condescension: Wake

[cullionfish]

[Action; 724 Anderson Lane]

[Condesce wakes with a hell of a lot of cramps in almost every joint in her body, so much so that she doesn't even sit up right away. Instead, she rests her claws over her eyes with an agitated growl. There's a silent pause as she pulls them back to observe a substance that she had pulled from the surface of her hair.

...was that flour?]

...Rupert!


[Action; Streets of Mayfield]

[Condesce appears mostly back to normal health, save for a nasty scar around her neck, mostly healed though still displaying that rich tyrian hue from where Signless had attacked her. She doesn't seem to interested in speaking to anyone, but she's not letting anyone walk past her without staring them dead in the eyes first.]


[Phone]

I believe a Karkat Vantas was looking to speak to me?

["Speak".]

Comments

[cullionfish]

[Condesce watches with interest, but merely shrugs when the trident is requested from her.]

I'm afraid I don't have it.

[She displays her empty hands as proof before folding both arms.]

Interesting still, to see that she uses others do to perform a task she should be doing herself.

[adropofjupiter]

It's in your hair, so you do have it. Fish it out, ze.

[Marisa then grins.] oh, she'd be pissed if she knew I was here. So cough it up, ze.

[cullionfish]

Ah, then you recognize that this is her battle, and not your own.

[Which is another way of saying "No".]

[adropofjupiter]

Nope, that's not it. Oh, I know she's got some stupid idea that you're her responsibility and she needs to take the burden completely on herself. But she's got a lot of learn, ze. And the thing she needs to learn is that she's not alone.

Now gimme the damn fork before I decide to find out how flammable your hair is.

[cullionfish]

[Again, her eyebrow raises. If there had been one thing she could give to Feferi, it had been that she had fought most of her own wars since her arrival, as any tyrian should have. So to see this woman attempting to fight for her...

It was disappointing, to say the least. A perfect demonstration as to why no heiress would ever replace her.]

How little you understand of Alternian custom. You insult her by even suggesting it.

[adropofjupiter]

I don't give a crap about your damn troll society. This isn't Alternia and I ain't a troll. Now hand it over.

i'm so so sorry for the late reply, don't feel obliged to continue on my behalf

[cullionfish]

No.

[She narrows her eyes briefly at the other before seeking to move away. She'll listen for any tell-tale signs of an attack about to head toward her -- after all, what kind of Empress would realistically turn her back on any potential foe?]