animus_network | the first [voice]

Evenin'.

[sup tower, how's it goin'. have one (1) very very ticked off aquatic troll staring at the screen. even if you were used to seeing his species, he's a bit.. notable. mostly due to the fact that he's the kind one can instantaneously recognize as a villain-type. maybe it's the crazy collar. or the sneer revealing perfectly serrated teeth. or the deep, jagged scars running diagonally across his face.

something like that, anyway. point is, like most other arrivals, he's not exactly delighted to be here.]

If someone would be so... kind as to further explain the situation I find myself in, that would be appreciated. Perhaps I'll even spare you if it seems useful enough, hm? That said, if any 'a the imperial forces are here, now would be the time to make yourself known. If not, it should already be established I have little patience for cowards or traitors.

Consider this your warning.

[yep, and it's off. no "thank you for your time" or any of that nonsense, apparently.]

(ooc: action to anyone who wants it! he'll be wondering about the second floor. a warning, though: chances are, he's going to be out for blood.)

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[the smallest of swallows. all right, so the butterflies he gets is more than a little offputting and makes it hard not to.. well, look like an overgrown wriggler in front of her. goddamn. she receives the smallest of smiles in return, though it vanishes in light of her words.]

I take it the lowbloods have not been showing the courtesy you deserve?

[A sigh.]

You would be correct. We are also surrounded by wrigglers, though thankfully, they are far more obedient than their ancestors.

[Pause.]

Most of them.

If... it is any needed consolation at all, your Majesty, I will continue to serve you as best as I am able to within this place.

As they tend to say, it is that your wish is my command.

[or, as he would more like to say: your happiness is mine. but he's still unsure of what lines could be now crossed safely, even if the situation has drastically changed...]

Of course you will.

[When the more serious conversation arises, however, her smile fades away.]

The mutant mongrel is here.

The Signless?

Correct.

What is it that you wish to be done with him?

[She visibly tenses on the screen for a moment before her eyelids lower.]

The preferable option is not one affordable to us at this time. Keep him quiet.

But keep him alive.

It will be done.

[...] Though, may I inquire as to why it isn't?

We are lacking a planet to return to at this time. Or that's the story that we've been told. If that's the case, it won't do to be cutting our numbers unnecessarily.

[Her lips pursed quietly.]

However, if you see the little tyrian wriggler, feel free to handle her as you see fit.

[well. so much for thinking he knew what the empress wanted! he's glad the stains from the midblood are out of sight, most of it confined to his lower-half. (what she wouldn't know wouldn't hurt her, after all. plus, it's not like he had the order at the time...)

he debates telling her forthright, but decides against it.]

Of course.

[Don't worry Dualscar, once she learns death isn't permanent, she won't give any of the fucks. Her lips turn upward in a false smile.]

Splendid. Don't disappoint me, Orphaner~

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