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

[nosigntospeakof]

I'm interested in speaking to you.

[No, he's not suicidal...anymore. He really wants to speak to her, unprompted. Distracting her from Karkat is just an important bonus.]

[cullionfish]

In regards to what?

[Impatient? Definitely.]

[nosigntospeakof]

...I wanted to apologize.

[cullionfish]

[...what--no. The apology only seems to infuriate her further. Stupid, weak little creature.]

Why?

[nosigntospeakof]

I killed you and I'm sorry.

[cullionfish]

Are you mocking me?

[This conversation is likely having the opposite effect of what you want, Signless.]

[nosigntospeakof]

I'm being completely honest. I lost control of myself and it was wrong.

[cullionfish]

Silence. Enough. I will hear no more of this.

[Her voice is little more than a furious, highblooded snarl.]

How dare you speak to me in such a manner. How dare you mock the husk you bare. Do not dare speak another pitiable word to me lest I lay waste to all you've ever held dear.

[nosigntospeakof]

[To his credit he is silent...for a minute. When he speaks again his voice is soft, his tone melancholy.]

I pity you, Empress, I truly do.I can't imagine how it must feel to be so distrusting that you can't even accept a sincere apology.

[cullionfish]

[There's complete, dead silence for a few moments as the Condesce fights to regain control of her furious temper. Being a tyrian, no rage was greater than her own when invoked, and it was twice as hard to get under control.]

Disclose your location. Now!

[nosigntospeakof]

Not when you're this angry. [He has a whole new understanding of the legendary tyrian temper. Just thinking about the uncontrollable anger he felt when he went to fight her makes him cringe.] I'll be happy to speak to you once you've calmed down.

Once again, I apologize for killing you and I hope that someday you'll learn not all apologies are mocking.

[Click.]

[cullionfish]

[Do you know how many phones have been broken at 724 Anderson Lane?

Enough to make a broken phone pile, that's for sure. Signless might catch the inhuman, barbaric scream of fury that erupts from her before he disconnects the line.]

[nosigntospeakof]

[All in all that discussion still went better than expected.]

[cullionfish]

[Oh its not over yet. You better keep looking over your shoulder, Signless, because she's out for blood, and she doesn't care who gets in her way.

She needs to kill. Needs to wound, needs to see blood be spilled, even if it has to be the false tyrian running through his veins. Never has she been at the mercy of her fury like this before. Her own blood thudded loudly in her head -- forget the dinner fork Feferi had called a weapon. Her own trident is now in her hands.

And if she has her way, Signless' own head will be mounted there before the evening is out.]