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Her Imperious Condescension | Homestuck

[tyriantyrant]

[She's a troll, with the absolute fucking craziest hair you've ever seen. From the tiara on her head all the way down, she's decked out in a ridiculous amount of gold and jewels.

Funny, suddenly arriving in Sacrosanct doesn't seem to have bothered her that much, if her bizarrely serene expression is any indication. But the way she's holding that trident in her hands, maybe it would be a good idea not to get on her bad side anyway.]

[redancestor]

[Good idea? Like revolting against your entire society? Signless can do that.

You see that walking toward you while keeping a good 2 trident length distance? It's that one lowest blood.]

Sea witch.

[tyriantyrant]

[Those horns, those eyes, that shroud, they break something out of the Condesce's memory. Something she'd tried her hardest to keep concealed for nearly too many sweeps to count.

It brings a small shadow of a smirk to her face.]

What a surprise. I see the rules of death aren't quite so hard and fast here, are they, revolutionary?

[redancestor]

No, they are not. Welcome Condescension, to a world where you cannot simply cull those that disagree with your ideas. I must say I like it here.

[Oh what he'd give for a weapon. The sight of her has that legendary anger from his execution boiling up.]

[tyriantyrant]

A place where a failed revolutionary can live out eternity, fondly reminiscing about his sole moment of glory in the galaxy before his voice was extinguished forever, with no one the wiser.

I daresay it's quite fitting for you and the rest of your motley cavalcade.

Save one, of course. He, unlike the rest of you, actually made himself quite useful for his kingdom.

[redancestor]

This is not the afterlife and the others are not here. It also seems you were wrong Empress. I have met other trolls here who have heard my story. I have met my own descendant here. It seems you were not as successful at erasing me as you thought.

[Just, trying to ignore her last comment. It doesn't take a genius to realize who she means. He can't rush her, it'd be suicide.]

You will have no power here sea hag. I will see to it.

[flonnezilla]

[ AN ANGEL OF MYTH APPEARS. she does not appear to be particularly dangerous. ]

What wonderful hair you have, Miss!

[ WHAT DO??? ]

[tyriantyrant]

[ALIEN.

Alien with undeniably good taste, but. Alien nonetheless. So, of course, the Condesce puts on her congenial face. Gotta put on the nice act for the aliens!]

Thank you, little one. And what might your name be?

[flonnezilla]

Oh, me? I am the Archangel Flonne!

[ She moves into a very excited little curtsy - an impressive feat, giving how utterly fucking ridiculous her outfit is. If you're looking closely, Condesce, Flonne's evidently attempting to catch up on the hair front. ]

And what's your name? [ It's slightly less formal, but unquestionably polite and well-meant. ]

[tyriantyrant]

I am known as Her Imperious Condescension. I am the empress of a spacefaring race known as Alternians. [She returns the curtsy.]

Am I to assume you to be a native of this place, young Flonne?

not sorry

[fairygodtroll]

[ It's dark, and Vriska doesn't know where she is.

The closed-in, suffocating oppressiveness of the situation tugs at the edges of her memory a little. She's had nightmares like this, where she's forgotten somewhere in the dark - trapped, stuck, unable to breathe, got to get out --

After a few seconds of desperate thrashing, her head emerges from the depths and she gulps down air.

Then blinks. ]

...What the fuck.

[ It's not every day you find yourself stuck in an unfamiliar troll's giant snarls of hair. Huh.

THIS IS WHY THE CONDESCE'S HAIR IS SO BIG. IT'S FULL OF SERKETS. ]

[tyriantyrant]

[Boy, it feels a little heavier back there than usual. Maybe she didn't dry it as thoroughly as she should've the last time she got out of the wat-

Wait.

Did her hair just start talking.]

...

[She jabs it with her trident.]

[fairygodtroll]

[ The sentient blob of hair is now shrieking like a wiggler. GOOD JOB THERE, LADY. ]

Oh my god quit that!

[ MORE DESPERATE WRIGGLING. And some chomping. GONNA CHEW FREE OF DAT HAIR.

And also gum it up with glittery fairysparkles OOPS ]

[tyriantyrant]

What the glubbing -- stop that, at once!

[She sticks her trident into her hair and, using it like a comb, attempts to sweep out whatever the hell is in there. Along with several chunks of her hair that seem to have been bitten out.

It's no surprise that she looks less than pleased.]

[princeofhope]

[Now, see, you're a great troll. You're the best troll ever.

No you're not, you're the worst, but in Eridan's eyes, you are absolutely positively something that he needs to suck up to and get on his side.

Which is why he's flying over to her really fucking fast and grinning and looking like he's a wiggler in a candyshop.]

... [Holy fuck she has a lot of hair.]

Holy fuck you have a lot of hair.

...

[... Oh right, he should probably be respectful and bow.]

Oh I ... apologize for that, welcome to Sacrosanct, ma'am. Did you just happen to drop on in or...?

[tyriantyrant]

[Wow, Eridan, was that trident always that close to that pretty face of yours? Despite that, her serene expression remains more or less unchanged.]

Yes, I just "dropped in", as it were, young troll.

Am I to assume your kind welcome comes with an explanation of where, exactly, in the galaxy I am?

[pariahdom]

[Oh, not his face. His eyes go wide for a moment, but he tries to stay as calm as he can. He simply drops himself to a knee, looking up at her.

Keep your cool, Ampora. This is one bad chick, don't end up doin' stupid shit like you normally do.]

Had a feelin' that was the case.

Yep, I've been here for some time, so I know quite a bit about this place, or... enough to survive. Far off from our own, unfortunately. An' another thing is once you're here, you're stuck until the station decides that you are fit to leave.

[tyriantyrant]

[See, now, prostration. That's what she likes to see.]

Until the station decides? You allow this place to dictate how you, a seadweller, lives? [The slight raise of her eyebrow implies she's less than impressed.]

[princeofhope]

As much as I do hate to admit, yes. It's the only thing that does rule above myself. It's better to do so.

[Sigh, he hates that he doesn't have the courage to voice his opinions on the station. His head lowers, but he tries really hard to not act as if it's really phasing himself that much.]

I really do apologize.