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002 ♓ Her Imperious Condescension: Be Poisoned

[Action; The Streets of Mayfield]

[Guess which alien Empress made the mistake of stepping on one of these flowers? Where a nearly eight foot genocidal queen stood moments before now sits a tiny little purple persian kitten, which could rival the size of the tyrian's head.]

You have got to be--my voice.

[--is high and squeaky pitched, yes. Looks like this little cat isn't going to be doing any lording over anyone today.]

[Action; 724 Anderson Lane]

[Sometime later, the Condescension will be sneaking back inside to avoid more humiliation, and making her home somewhere under furniture of some sort. Or perhaps under a pillow, either will do.]

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[While on his way home, Luke stops when he sees the persian kitten wandering around. Oh awesome he loves cats.]

Hi there, kitty!

[Oh god, humans are so big when she's this size. She can't exactly control her expressions in this form, so immediately her whiskers droop and her ears flatten backward defensively, hair standing on end.

She won't talk, though. Not after hearing what came out. Maybe this guy will get the message if she just stares angrily (does she even look angry? she can't tell)]

[Luke doesn't reach down to pet her, thankfully.]

Not a very friendly cat, are you? Are you a drone cat? I suppose you couldn't tell me if you were...

[The Condesce's tail flicks back and forth as her muscles tense. Well, at least he hasn't tried to pick her up or anything, but that doesn't stop her tyrian eyes from narrowing angrily.

Ok, so he was confusing her for a drone purrbeast. That's good. That means others won't draw the connection, and she can wait until this wears off nicely.]

Oh- how cute. It reminds him of the Baby Tragon. But...

IT IS A CAT. ~~shhhhhhhssssssssss-~~

He'll just lower himself to a better level of observation while keeping safe distance. "..." Dastardly feline creatures, avoiding his careful eye..!

[Oh, expressions are so much easier to read from this height, apparently? She can tell he's afraid of her by the way he refuses to approach. How the hell could anyone be afraid of something so...small and furry?

Whatever, she's not going to ask questions. She's just going to stand and crouch low to the ground, like she's preparing to pounce (or run, if he tries to pick her up).]

Ohhh yes, there's quite a bit of potential to reclaim dignity here... Astral's expression doesn't change; it really doesn't have to, with observation.

But the moment Her Imperious comes to a crouch he stiffens- "Ah-"

Beat. "...If you are a normal cat... ....Please do not pounce." Well, he can't really control that, but STILL.

[Oh, so you want her to pounce then? Because that little request may as well have been you begging her to do the thing you don't want her to do. Her rear end wiggles mischievously before her mouth splits into an oddly cheerful (and sadistic) grin before she pounces straight for Astral's head.]

"SFF-AHH-CHHH-!" Astral.

Astral the sound that came from your mouth, what-

At any rate, rest assured you have HIT YOUR TARGET... Of hair. Lots of hair. And Astral's a little busy flailing-but-not-flailing in case cats are somehow like bees and get even WORSE when you start writhing around like an idiot.

[Sweet. She'll just nest up here for a while, don't mind her. And she's not shy with those claws either, as she tries to get comfortable...on Astral's head...

Hey, if she can still make people miserable while being a cat, then she can deal with it.]

"SGGGGH- G-Get off..!" Hands hesitantly reaching toward cat...

PROBABLY NOT THE BEST IDEA.

[There's a deep growl of warning as the hands reach toward her. If Astral doesn't take them away, then he will find it being smacked. With claws.

No touchie.]

"Alright, alright..!" He knows what a growl means. It means nothing good.

That's what it means. So poor Astral is left to sit on the lawn, on his stomach, looking all too pathetic as kitty-Condesce makes a home on his head.

"Hahhhh..."

[Feferi is not a cat troll, to put it mildly. But she thinks something is off about this particular cat.]

Hello, catfish. You somehow seem familiar...

[Something Feferi and her ancestor have in common. But the absolute last thing she wants to see today are any trolls, so the second Feferi comes into view, her hair is on end and her ears are back.

The only distinguishing marking appears to be her eyes, which have not lost their brilliant tyrian pigment. Her claws are hidden under piles of fur, but they're out. Don't try and pet her, Feferi, you won't like the result.

And there is no way she is opening her mouth again after she heard her voice once.]

[That sure is a pissed-off cat. Feferi's about to shrug it off to a bit of weirdness and walk off when she catches that eye color.]

...wait. Wait just a glubbing minute.

[Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare....]

Oh my cod!

[Pardon your descendant, she's just going to be laughing her ass off.]

[There's a very angry and distinguished growl that echoes out of Condesce's throat, though its not all that intimidating considering her size. Her fluffy little tail flicks back and forth with anger as she crouches......

...and pounces straight for Feferi's arm to sink and scrabble her claws into.]

[And Feferi's so caught up in her giggle fit that she doesn't catch that pounce until it's too late to block it. Yeah, that sure is her ancestor stuck like a cat and -- okay no ow those claws hurt.

No more giggling, only a rather undignified shout of pain. She's just going to try and pick Condesce-kitty up by the scruff of the neck.]

[The Condesce promptly tries to climb as high as she cat on Feferi before she can feel her scruff being grabbed. She hisses violently and attempts to sink her claws as deep as possible.

She'll come free if Feferi keeps tugging, but she's drawing blood when she does.]

Release me this instant!

[--oh she forgot about that vow of silence.]

[Forget drawing blood when she comes off, Condesce is drawing blood now with the climbing on her arm. Okay, time to pull off this angry catfish -- okay, after Feferi tries to push her hair behind her back while still keeping a hold on her.

That voice, however, immediately halts all attempts at this because oops giggling again.]

Your voice! You sound like a little squeaky catfish!

[The Condesce hisses and bristles, scrambling to try and get behind her neck where it will be harder to reach her so that she can scratch her up some more, but not before pulling a disgusted expression when Feferi begins laughing again.

Whatever, she can laugh all she wants. She has retractable claws now, and they are being put to good use.]

Edited 2012-04-23 05:20 (UTC)

[The Condesce isn't the only troll to go through a species change today. But this red-eyed pony with a cloak draped across his back sure doesn't seem to mind his transformation too much.

Oh, look! A purrbeast! Being very much a cat loving troll, it's impossible for him not to want to help it.]

Hello there.

[The Condesce isn't an anything-loving troll, especially red-eyed hoofbeasts with horns and a cloak that are way too familiar. Her tail flicks back and forth in contemplation, remaining crouched low with her ears flat -- ugh, he was much taller than her this way, and she doesn't like it.

That aside, she can't control her reactions in the body of a feline, so her contempt isn't at all hidden -- her tyrian eyes give it away.

Don't speak, don't speak, don't speak--]

[Cats aren't exactly his favourite kind of animal, but the town has made him even more wary of them. That sort of thing happens when you wake up with a charming but rather offputting talking lion in your lawn ring.

He side steps the cat and gives it a disdainful look, wondering if it can talk like so many of the other animals here.]

[Oh look, its the Orphaner. This is one troll she isn't shy about speaking up to, mostly because she knows that he won't dare backtalk her if he knows what's good for him.

Her tyrian eyes lock with his, narrowing the longer he gives her that disdainful look. When she speaks, it sounds the Condesce's voice has been filled with helium.]

If you ever lay your eyes upon me like that again, I'll be surrre -- [Oh god, she's purring -- that throws her offguard, but she's back on track in the blink of an eye.] -- to add a new set of scars on that insufferable expression.

[He crinkles his nose ever so slightly as the animal begins to talk, only for any expression at all to be wiped off as the familiarity of the voice is noted.

He drops to one knee, but he realises he can't bow lower than her. Unless he's headbutting the ground. Which he will do if she asks.

His voice and expression are masking his fear with concern for the Empress.]

Forgive me, Your Imperiousness, I was unaware, I should have paid more mind.

[He all but blurts that out, he draws a breath and tries to recollect his thoughts.]

Who did this to you?

If I had even the slightest inkling, do you think I would be sitting here?

[Her tail flicks with aggravation and she hopes up on his shoulder so that she can smack him in the face. She's not shy with those claws either -- sorry Dualscar, she has to take this out on someone.]

Use the thinkpan you were wriggled with!

[He winces quietly but otherwise takes the hit ~~like a little bitch~~ like a man.

He's quietly amused by the fact that the empress herself is perched on his shoulder.]

Once again I must ask that you forgive my ignorance, I'm still adjustin' to this place.

Is there any way in which I can be of assistance to you, Your Imperious Condescension?

Edited 2012-04-23 05:33 (UTC)

[She has to be above you somehow, Dualscar. Having to look up instead of down really isn't working out for her.]

There is no excuse for ignorance.

[But she leaves it at that, thanks to his next question.]

You may returrrn [God that purr was annoying.] me to my hive on Anderson. I am not interested in any further greetings until this infernal curse has worn off.

[Well then. He's just going to have to stand as straight as he can so he seems taller. And more manly. The manliest.]

Very well then. It would be my pleasure, Your Imperiousness.

[He glances about, not really wanting to admit that he's unsure of where Anderson even is. He's almost certain that was where Mindfang was at one point, but it's not exactly within his usual walking routes.

So as not to arouse suspicion, he just starts walking.]

[Dualscar? Manly? That's funny.

The Condesce glares down from her perch when he doesn't start moving, though she relaxes not long after.]

I suppose it is fortunate that you have not fallen prey to...whatever this is.

[Her fluffy tail sways anxiously. She really dislikes being this small. If nothing else, she still somehow manages to look very regal...perched on Dualscar's shoulder like that.

How embarrassing.]

Edited 2012-05-03 02:17 (UTC)

I suppose. I'd rather it were me than your majesty, a'course.

[Why do they need so many streets here. What if she knows he's going the wrong way. Why does her tail keep tickling the back of his neck.]

Speakin' a' which, do you happen to remember the last thing you happened to be doin' before your superior body was replaced?

[The uneven clopping of the limping pony walking down the street slows to a stop as she eyes the kitten. That is a very angry looking kitten, but the abnormality of its coloring is what strikes her. With a frown, she cocks her head, raising a forehoof to her mouth as she thinks.]

Purple cats with fuchsia eyes? That's weird even for this town. Hmm...

[Her ears flick forward again and her tail waves.]

So either you're a new arrival, or you've been turned into a cat recently.

[The Condescension doesn't answer this horse right away, mostly because she's figured out by now that the oddly colored hoofbeasts are actually residents. It wasn't much better than being a kitten, but at least she would have been taller.

Rather than answer flat out, she fixes the horse with a very even glare, lower lip somehow managing to curl in an unnatural fashion. Yes, this is a very angry kitten.

She's also playing mute.]

I'm going to assume it's the latter. Would you like any help at all?

[Mika is hedging a bet that the answer is probably a huge 'No' and any attempt to help will end with the kitten equivalent of being knifed, but no sense in not offering anyway.]

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002 ♓ Her Imperious Condescension: Be Poisoned

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action because I cannot ignore this

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