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

[wweh]

[Of course, when not at school he pretty much carries his crosshairs on him at all times because he's trying to compensate for something. He's not dumb enough to fire yet, even he knows it'd be a futile effort. So he's just going to keep tugging on the strap he's held it on his back (a really ugly and gaudy rainbow guitar strap, at that.) Staring at her. He really just wants to fire, take his revenge, and be done with it. But he can't bring himself to, almost as if he's frozen.]

[cullionfish]

[She recognizes that weapon. Even with her scowl, the realization is obvious when it dawns on her, no matter how subtle it may be. Nearly standard issue for Alternian Naval Forces, with some interesting adjustments. She couldn't quite place the name of the soldier (after all, there had been so many), but she was certain she had seen it somewhere before.

Or perhaps not. It was easy to get lost in detail, when you've been alive as long as her. Still, the weapon is not missed, and her gaze lowers to the younger troll expectantly.

What are you waiting for, little mongrel? Shoot me.]

[wweh]

[He finally gets the courage to say something. Though, it's only one syllable, he clutches onto the strap tighter. He's getting ready,it was getting nearly close to do or die time, and even though he said he wasn't dumb enough to take her on face to face...He's Eridan.]

You.

[cullionfish]

[He can't see it, but the shoulder he couldn't see had moved to allow her to reach back behind her to grip the trident nested in the huge trail of hair behind her. She doesn't pull it out yet, but its clear that Eridan is debating on whether or not he wants to try something.

Condesce's eyelids lower in an unimpressed fashion.]

Are you through?

[wweh]

[Her entire demeanor gets to him, slowly. He pulls it out, ready to fire. Finger on the trigger. This was for Feferi, yes... but this act was more for him. For killing his matesprit, for making his life here that much harder. He takes a gulp... and says a few words, finger still on the trigger.]

Not quite.
It's pretty fuckin' hard growin' up, you know. Not that anyone understands, really. Hard enough for a guy like me to get my fuckin' quadrants filled with people I fuckin' care about without you killin' them... When I saw what you did to Fef, I was determined to make you fuckin' pay.

My name is Eridan Ampora. You killed my matesprit, prepare to die.


[ He takes a deep breath, and pulls the trigger, eyes closed the entire time. He hopes he hits, and he'll walk away from this and put her in her place... Dooming an entire race, and somehow being forgiven from it, and then consequently killing the Condesce? No one would ever doubt his awesomeness then. He hopes this hits, and hopes his aim hits the mark.]

[cullionfish]

[Unfortunately, Eridan, you spent way too much time monologuing and warning Condesce exactly of what you were going to do. The shot is easily avoided as a result, and instead he will find Feferi's trident seeking to pin his arm to the ground. While he was busy shooting, she had taken careful aim in hopes of teaching him a rather painful lesson.

She'll clear the distance between them rather swiftly and follow up on her attack, seeking to sink her claws into his throat and gills without relent.]

Tell me something, boy. Have you any conception of just how many corpses have tried to do the very same thing to me in the thousands of sweeps I've lived?

[wweh]

[Well, that went worse than expected. Eridan doesn't even have much time to react as his arm gets quite the painful pin. Though it still doesn't stop him from trying to defend himself against her future attacks. The rifle was useless up close and even then it took time to recharge. He'll try to bat her away with the rifle using his good hand, Hoping that this wasn't the end. Without a suitable wand, he could have no trump card to use against her. That shitty thing he got for Christmaswas more like a terrible joke than an actual weapon. No matter how much he tried, there was no science to be had.]

None. They weren't as fuckin' stupid as me.

[No sense in begging for mercy when you've taken the first shot. He will go down fighting, if only to prove that he was something. She wouldn't remember his ancestor's name, but Eridan would make sure to make her remember his.]

[cullionfish]

Incorrect. There were plenty, though they rarely got close enough for a perfect shot, and never before a seadweller.

[When the gun gets in her way, she simply snatches it and seeks to press its weight down upon him to limit the air in his lungs.]

Normally, I might admire your conviction to defend the crown, but you chose the wrong tyrian, my dear.

[wweh]

[Eridan resists as much as possible, trying to push back. Her efforts have noticeable effect on him... He's growing weary, and his own resistance feels futile. But he won't let himself die. He said he wouldn't foolishly rush in and die. And he plans to keep to that. Well, sort of. A smirk forms upon his face. ]

Well, I'm glad I'll be one a' the few that's remembered.

Where my ancestor failed, I'll fuckin' succeed.

[cullionfish]

Remembered as another face ground into the dirt along the way, perhaps.

[She keeps the gun still and yanks the trident free from his arm, admiring the magenta coating it for a moment before looking down at him.]

You are a rather naive, delusional little shrimp, aren't you?

[wweh]

[Eridan grits his teeth. He won't give her the satisfaction of screaming in pain.]

Naive? Delusional? I believe I've been called that once or twice.

Not my fault I'm just bustlin' with confidence!