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

[cullscuttlefish]

[In that moment, anyone unfamiliar with trolls' reproductive processes would have guessed the two were a mother-daughter pair with a particularly acrimonious relationship. Feferi's own eyes narrow, a look that matches the Empress' coming over her face.

A moment later, she starts to laugh - no. Not laugh. Feferi outright cackles, a noise completely unlike her usual light laugh.]

[cullionfish]

[The Condesce doesn't laugh. In face, her eyes remain narrowed, though one eyebrow slowly begins to quirk in question.

Perhaps the girl had finally cracked. She doesn't approach, but her interest is held for the moment.]

[cullscuttlefish]

[Condesce is right; Feferi hasn't been on the most steady ground, mentally, and she has most certainly cracked. The tipping point hadn't been her own death. It hadn't been the bloodbath that was the incident at the Empress' house. The real tipping point had been what happened when insanity, induced by the town, had caused her dadlusus to almost kill himself. The fact that she hadn't been able to do anything at all to stop any of it was what pushed her over the edge.

She begins to approach, her eyes still locked onto Condesce's, the laughter now a low, wavering noise.]

[cullionfish]

[...well. Interesting, to say the least Of course, she's hardly afraid of a wiggler, let alone this one in particular. So when she starts approaching, she can't help the fact that her lips quirk upward slightly.

Perhaps she was finally acting like a proper example of her caste. It wouldn't help her any, nor would it assist in gaining the Empress' favor, but it was something interesting to say the least.

The Condesce turns to face Feferi expectantly.]

[cullscuttlefish]

[Feferi might appear unarmed, but she has a large kitchen knife on her, strapped to her thigh. She's taken to carrying it since she revived and realized that she was not going to be getting her trident out of THE WEAVE.]

Walking around like we own the place, are we?

[cullionfish]

I suggest skipping the rhetoric and getting to your point.

[She says this calmly -- her presence is hardly all that infuriating, by this point. The Empress has simply come to accept that she is simply one more annoyance that she was deal with on a regular basis.]

[cullscuttlefish]

The point is that you can screw with me all you want, but don't screw with my friends. Also, I want my trident back. Get your own.

[cullionfish]

[Flatly.]

No.

[cullscuttlefish]

And why not? I'm sure you don't need it that badly.

[cullionfish]

I don't need it at all. Merely because I said so.

[cullscuttlefish]

So you're just keeping it to be a huge bitch.

[Someone hold her tiara.]

[cullionfish]

If that's how you want to look at it.

[cullscuttlefish]

Is there another way to look at it? Not that I think it matters.

[She pauses.]

...did anything I said that night you thought you'd rid yourself of me get through to you?

[cullionfish]

[The Condesce snickers softly and shakes her head in the younger tyrian's direction.]

That naivety is the chief reason why you would never be able to take my place.

[cullscuttlefish]

You call it naivete, I call it 'believing in other people and trusting them'. Respect and love go further than hate and fear.

[cullionfish]

[She rolls her eyes. She's not here to educate a doomed heiress on the proper way to rule.]

Anything else?

[cullscuttlefish]

I'd ask how it feels to have another tyrianblood around even after you culled them once, but I think I already know the answer.