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

[crusthatecean]

[Wait, what did he say...he thought he just insulted her, did he actually promise to come fight her or something?

He is such a fucking idiot.]

Okay, I have no desire to fight you in single combat like I'm going to valiantly defend Feferi's honor.

What I want is for you to leave us alone not because I'm making threats that I know you don't give a shit about but because it would be fucking retarded of you to do otherwise. We're doing our own thing here, no one is trying to usurp your position as empress of an empire that doesn't exist anymore. You have nothing to gain by continuing to pick a fight with us. But if you aren't willing to listen to reason, I can deal with that. None of the trolls here are actually going to do what you tell them, and most of them will listen to me, and we are not the only species here if you haven't noticed.

Just let me know what you're planning to do, and I can proceed from there.

[cullionfish]

Ah, so you do have a head on your shoulders.

[She heard most of what he said, but it doesn't seem to really register. Or perhaps she's just ignoring him.]

You misinterpret my motif. Not altogether unsurprising, I suppose. I will say again that if you have hope for anything to change, then you will make the change yourself.

Killing wigglers is not challenging in the least, but it is hardly beneath me. And so if you truly wish to remain a neutral party, then I suggest you keep your scent tube out of my business.

[crusthatecean]

That isn't possible, we apparently have the same people designated as 'our business.'

What is the fucking point? They'll only come back the next day. Do you just like making enemies, or what? You aren't the biggest baddest thing in this place, I hope you're well aware of that.

[cullionfish]

[She chuckles.]

It is hardly a manner of pride. Regardless, I see no need to explain myself to a wiggler.

Do as you like.

[crusthatecean]

I wasn't asking for permission, actually. I am telling you to leave them alone, but I didn't expect you to be capable of comprehension. That's the problem with you highbloods, you're handed everything so you never question why it's there, or that circumstances could ever possibly change.

They've fucking changed. Not because of me, I'm not kidding myself, but because of Mayfield and everything it does. The sooner you except that the better for both of us.

[cullionfish]

Incorrect. You presume that you have any authority at all over me, so you may puff your chest as much as you like, but you will gain no ground. Why don't you list everything I've been handed, since you're so knowledgeable on the subject?

[She doesn't sound particularly offended, nor does she appear to have listened to what Karkat said after that. In truth, she hadn't been monitoring the home planet quite as closely as she would have liked since she pulled all the adults off.

So to see young trolls speaking out like this was...troubling, to say the least. Even more troubling that they didn't appear to understand exactly what was waiting for them off of Alternia.]

[crusthatecean]

Everything.

I know who gave it to you, too.

[cullionfish]

[All Karkat gets is a simple sigh.]

Let nothing be said about how you were not warned.

[And unless Karkat says something particularly attention grabbing, she will be hanging up with a soft "Click"]