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mayfield_rpg2012-02-09 08:09 pm
cullionfish) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-09 08:09 pm
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001 ♓ Her Imperious Condescension: Wake
[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".]
[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".]
no subject
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.]
no subject
[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
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.]