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[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

I suppose t)(e dramatics )(ave finally come to an end?
Per)(aps we may get back to business, unless t)(e lot of you are too busy wading waist deep in self-pity.
I recall assigning at least one of you a task to be done, and I don't like to be kept waiting.
You know w)(o you are, and I expect an update t)(is instant, and not a moment later.
I )(ave inquiries for two more of you, and a demand of one of t)(e same.
Dualscar.
My )(elmsman.
See to it t)(at bot)( of you respond, or locate me promptly.
I )(ave my own agenda t)(at I must see to.

[OOC: LOOKIN' AT YOU, SIGNLESS BRO]

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[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[Her lusus would've made this whole process so much easier, sigh.]

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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[...]



[aka oh god, please say no]

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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[well

no



but]

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[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[Oh fish puns, those are never good.]

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[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[And sure enough, Condesce appears after handling Santana, so she's decorated in splatters of red blood. The bit that remains on her trident has only just dried, by the looks of it.

She taps the door with the bottom of her weapon once.]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[and answering, not without a moment's difficulty-- the door creaking open just a fraction at first, and then fully as dualscar realizes the expected guest. his sword rests in his left and only hand, where the other is only an empty and tattered sleeve. he stands aside so as to give her entrance, saving the proper bow for just afterward.

if the lack of limb is of any significance whatsoever, he doesn't have it seem so.]

Your Highness.

[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[Condesce strides into the room, attention immediately drawn to the tattered sleeve like a heat seeking missile. Soldier or not, it was most unlike Dualscar to be unkempt in her presence, and she had given him decent notice considering.]

Dualscar.

[Her eyes move from his sleeve to his eyes twice.]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[all right well, he sincerely hopes his battle-worn sleeve isn't offending her or anything, but if it is? dualscar won't take that chance. using his teeth, he lifts it for the fabric to become taut and then proceeds to cut it a clean sweep with his weapon.

he lets the sheered fabric fall to his otherwise occupied hand, catches it. but if that wasn't the case at all, well, +1 for dramatics then.]

The result of a tussle with a creature that should no longer pose a threat, is all.

[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[IT WAS, SUCK IT UP. Its not like she has room to talk, but she's the Empress, so it doesn't matter. DOUBLE STANDARDS.]

I see.

[Well whatever, she has more important things to worry about.]

Did you pay witness to the experimentations not too long ago?

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[pretty much. shutting the door behind her and locking it now-- no need to have any of his infuriating roommates walk in on them, or an even more unwelcome guest.]

I did.

[he moves further into the room, though keeping fixated on her, and proceeds to offer her a seat he'd prepared for her prior to arrival.]

What of them?

[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[She takes it, folding her hands in her lap.]

I don't suppose you were involved. I've heard talk of rewards.

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[shake of the head.]

I was not.

[he takes his own then, steepling his fingers out in front of him; gaze remaining inquiring.]