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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Ψiioniic was only barely recovered from his run-in with the Condesce. Signless had gotten him out of that, but he still felt skittish walking around the halls by himself, terrified of running into her again.

He never expected to run into someone who might arguably be worse. Ψiioniic froze, panicked, when he caught sight of the too-familiar figure ahead of him. Once again his training betrayed him, holding him in place when what he wanted was to run far and fast in the opposite direction.

As he should. Upon hearing the footsteps, the orphaner turns toward the direction of the sound. He'd expected it to be just another human, or perhaps yet another young troll with how they seem to infest the place; but as it was neither? His normally contemptuous expression falters for a brief moment-- though, not for lack there of.

It's as if it never left, however, as instead the sneer morphs itself into a sharp grin. Anyone who'd been on the receiving end of such should know it doesn't exactly follow with cordiality. But of course, if that wretched signless were here, then naturally his companions should follow like the brainless hoofbeasts they made themselves out to be.

"Well, now. If that isn't a face I've seen for a while."

The recognition destroyed Ψiioniic's lingering hope that this might be another of their odd Descendants. He'd made that mistake already once, cowering from a boy who'd turned out to be Eridan Ampora, and not actually all that bad despite his extreme resemblance to his Ancestor.

But this was Orphaner Dualscar himself, and he obviously knew exactly who Ψiioniic was. Ψ went to his knees, but it was less of a controlled attempt at submission and more because his legs had given out on him. "M-mathter," he stammered, overcome with fear.

This... was not going to be pretty. They hadn't parted under good circumstances, and Ψiioniic had disobeyed Dualscar's order to kill Signless and return. He'd also arranged to have his master killed by lying about one of his visions, but he really hoped this Dualscar didn't know about that.

That's what he likes to hear-- finally, a little bit of respect from those that deserved to give it most. Fortunately, this Dualscar isn't yet aware of the lies he'd been told, and only had just begun to put the plan into action. Also fortunate for the psychic, is him knowing that he was no longer his master. Not exactly, at least.

But he could let that fly for the time being.

He steps toward the kneeling lowblood, every bit of malicious intent glinting from violet eyes. Once within close enough proximity he seizes one of his horns, claws presumably scraping unpleasantly against its base, and forces the other to look up at him.

"I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to, don't we?"

"I..." Ψiioniic's voice failed him, and he stared up at Dualscar in abject terror. This was everything he'd feared most come true. Dualscar did remember, if he was saying something like that, surely.

Would an apology help, or make things worse? He didn't know, couldn't decide whether to risk it or not. Oh god, where was Signless? He never should have left the room. He was never leaving it again, fuck. Assuming he ever got back to it.

There was only one possibility he could think of that might get him out of what was coming. "I'm... not yourth, anymore," he gasped out. "Her Imperial Condescension claimed me..."

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