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queenofheartsrp2012-02-03 11:53 pm
tyriannicull) wrote in queenofheartsrp2012-02-03 11:53 pm
♓alolimnic
[ 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!
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!
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Let us say I am in the fishmarket in search for...employees--or perhaps a partnership!--and leave it at that.
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[Her tongue runs over one of her canines - slightly more noticable than normal.]
...but I could be persuaded regarding other things.
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That depends on what you want. Partnership can mean so many things. Perhapss I'll leave you to think about it.
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That may be something I can be so generous as to offer you, particularly if you have the same goal of ousting the 'queen' as I do.
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...Regardless of what may define that relationship.
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I will visit one of these days and see the halls of your palace myself.