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".]

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[polariity]

[Fuck.]

[That.]

[He's had enough of dying already, especially with the effect it had on Signless.]

[Still wheezing for breath, he nonetheless slams one fist suddenly upwards, aiming to sock the Condesce right in her stupid seadweller face. His other hand leaps to her wrist, nails digging into her skin fruitlessly.]

[cullionfish]

[The Condesce has little choice but to take the punch, though at this point she's reduced to laughing rather maniacally once she recovers from it, spitting a shark tooth or two to the side.

The blood that results from the dislodged teeth weaves its way through those still in tact as she continues to grin wickedly down at her captive, dripping off her lip and down onto his cheek.

She presses her knee into his stomach and tosses the trident between them away behind her to free up her other hand in. Psii will receive a bunch in return, rings and all.]

[polariity]

[That laughter is seriously fucking with his head, although in a far less literal sense than how her fist does. The impact dazes him and he acts on half-assed instinct, fingers scrambling up to try and get a hold of one of her fins.]

[Seadwellers were sensitive there, right? If he could just catch her off-guard...!]

[cullionfish]

[She had pulled him up in preparation to finish the act...which is what allows him a grip on her fin.

Oh.

For a moment, Condesce sputters in surprise, tilting her head toward his grip and adopting a rather blank stare. That...hadn't gone according to plan at all.

When everything finally catches up to her, she hisses and reaches up to dig her nails into his wrist to try and get him to release her while simultaneously trying to duck away from him.]

[polariity]

[Sorry, not happening.]

[Even as blood begins to leak from his skin and stains his sleeves, Psii just cracks a vicious smile and digs his own nails into her fin further. He hasn't really been taking care of them, so they're longer than should be normal.]

[In the meantime, that other hand?]

[More sucker punches.]

[Right at one of her eyes.]

[cullionfish]

[The Condesce bites back a shriek of pain as his nails threaten to snap delicate cartilage, though she is unable to curb the flinch or the shudder that ripples through her muscles as she continues to try and twist away.

She twists her head to try and sink her rows of teeth into his arm, even as her eyes well up lightly with tyrian hued tears. If she can manage this manuever, it'll totally be worth it.

Her other hand finally releases his throat to grab at the wrist punching her in the face. STOP, SHE'S GOING TO BRUISE.]

[polariity]

[YEAH HE HOPES YOU BRUISE LIKE ALL HELL.]

[But yeah he remembers the last time you grabbed his wrist, Condesce, so no dice. Snatching his wrist back, he hisses as her teeth sinks into his arm and he starts to thrash.]

Get off me!

YEEEEEEEEEAH LATE /tumbleweeds

[cullionfish]

[No. Way.

She lets him thrash, holding tight so that her teeth cut deeply into the skin the more he tries to pull away. After a few moments of this, she finally releases him, ignoring the stain of yellow on her teeth as she turns to try and nail him fiercely in the head, hoping to knock him the fuck out, or at least make him let go of her fin.

God she's mad.]