Her Imperious Condescension (
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mayfield_logs2012-01-25 05:39 pm
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Acrobatic Pirouette off the Handle
Who: The Condesce, Rupert Giles
What: The Empress is slowly realizing just how little control she has over the Situation that is Mayfield.
Where: 724 Anderson Lane
When: Right now.
Warnings: Violence, possibly blood....probably blood.
[The punch to the wall hadn't done much to abate the Empress' fury. How dare that little lowblooded worm defy her like that? She wanted nothing more than to find that crossbow Giles owned, march out the door and plant an arrow in that filthy mutant's skull.
Psiioniic's words echoed as moved to tear the phone out of Giles' hands, not because she wanted to keep talking, but simply because she had nothing else to take her anger out on. Not long after, it would be followed by an attempt to rip the whole phone out of the wall and toss it across the room.]
What: The Empress is slowly realizing just how little control she has over the Situation that is Mayfield.
Where: 724 Anderson Lane
When: Right now.
Warnings: Violence, possibly blood....probably blood.
[The punch to the wall hadn't done much to abate the Empress' fury. How dare that little lowblooded worm defy her like that? She wanted nothing more than to find that crossbow Giles owned, march out the door and plant an arrow in that filthy mutant's skull.
Psiioniic's words echoed as moved to tear the phone out of Giles' hands, not because she wanted to keep talking, but simply because she had nothing else to take her anger out on. Not long after, it would be followed by an attempt to rip the whole phone out of the wall and toss it across the room.]