♓alolimnic

[tyriannicull]

[ Let it be said that, for all her pride and vanity, Her Imperial Majesty was one far from lazy and one most certainly capable. She quickly learned of the 'magic dirt' and as foolish as the name was, she recognized its potential immediately. That was well over a month ago.

This is now.

Possessing tremendous brute strength as well as centuries worth of experience in all matters architectural and war-like, it took her an inhuman (as one may expect, due to being inhuman, and the adjective frankly means little here) amount of time to fashion her abode. That is, if one can call a tremendous aquatic fortress an 'abode'.

She has taken an entire lake as her own. It is a particularly enormous lake comparable to the depth and surface area of a certain Earth lake and conveniently resembling her favorite shape; here, she has constructed her center of operations. From the center of the the lake sprouts a black-and-red tower, like a bloodied spear thrusting out of the surface. On one side of the tower, at water level, is an open entrance. The inside is...filled with way too much crap worth describing here--at least beyond describing it as being fit for the most frustrating of endbosses, filled with traps, puzzles, treasure, and gratuitous booby-traps.

The entrance opens up to a long, long hall with a throne at the end; lining the sides are strange unmoving black and red statues, but it is otherwise empty and there seem to be no exits into other rooms.

Her Imperious Condescension's video is broadcast from somewhere inside the fortress, as she has deliberately allowed the Vine to grow within; wherever she is, it is a room filled with water. Everyone's favorite intergalactic mermaid is swimming gracefully about, looking very pleased with herself, before settling onto a throne. ]

After a frustratingly long fleeting moment in time, I have finished creating my new residence! That dirt is a bit useful; it almost has a chance of being compared to my empire's technology. I wonder, just what else can it do beyond building?

New things are always so EEEXCITING. So, without further wait, I will christen my new cozy hive. I introduce to all...

Bastille Condescension!

Comments

[swarmoflies]

So's you don't sound like a stuck-up git? Me Da always says that Riv only gives ya so many words for yer whole life, an' there's no sense wasting them on soundin' pompous.

[tyriannicull]

Your 'Duh' is a fool. I've lived a very long time and have yet to run out of words. Seems to be the logic of a lowblood justifying his own stupidity.

[swarmoflies]

[Oh man that is basically the best way to piss off this particular Daddy's Girl]

Me Da ain't no fool! He knows a lot more'n you I bet! If he weren't savvy, some cove'd gut him in his sleep years ago!

[tyriannicull]

Hee hee hee! It takes in inordinate amount of stupidity or courage to say something like that to me. The difference is ultimately unimportant.

Even the dumbest beast knows how to survive. That is nothing to brag about.

[swarmoflies]

What, d'ya truly think I'm afraid o' some ponced-up rush girl with bad taste in glamours?

[tyriannicull]

[ BITCH you did not just diss the swag. ]

This bait is far too obvious. All I have to say is that the only thing terrifying about you is your hygiene.

[swarmoflies]

Least I ain't parading about in nearly eight types o' grey pymary. You tryin' to make yerself look like a plod or something?

[tyriannicull]

Your low-life jabbering is growing as incomprehensible as it is annoying.

[swarmoflies]

Growin'? Yers started there!

[tyriannicull]

Don't blame others for your lack of understanding. Shoveling your weaknesses onto others is PATHEEETIC.

[swarmoflies]

What's pathetic is yer face. Were ya born that ugly, or did you let a dog have at you with its fangs?

[tyriannicull]

I am going to tear the flesh from your face and feed it to you while you still live. Perhaps four or five times. Maybe more.

[ Rather than the tone of a threat, she says it as a statement, as though she were telling Sette that it is going to rain tomorrow. ]

[swarmoflies]

[A pause, while Sette lets that sink in.]

You're a nutter, you are.

[BAM she cut the connection, she wants no part of this crazy woman.]

[tyriannicull]

[ Oh, she will remember you, Sette.

She is a bit disappointed, though; now she expects the strange tailed freak to be too cowardly to try to find the treasures strewn about Bastille Condescension like a true endboss dungeon. ]