Acrobatic Pirouette off the Handle

[cullionfish]

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.]

Comments

[watchher]

I am deeply sorry if this comes as news to you, but you are not, in fact, my empress.

[ And then Giles looks... a little wary -- warier -- but is relieved to see her let up even for a moment, and intrigued despite himself. He doesn't lower the knife. ]

I've... heard it mentioned.

[ He knows 'maroon to purple', and that it somehow relates to lifespan.

... yeah that is pretty much it. ]

[cullionfish]

[She eyes the knife briefly before reaching out to swipe at his hand to force him to drop it, purposefully cutting herself in the process to reveal that rich tyrian hue once more.

After that, she doesn't seem very interested in the knife.]

In what context?

[watchher]

[ He startles, predictably, and is about to make some move of retaliation but falters when she fails to attack. Automatically, unintentionally, his gaze snaps to the splash of purple on her hand. In a careful tone: ]

There is some type of caste system based on color.

Purple denotes... a high rank. [ Royalty. Purple is the color of royalty, even among humans. ]

[cullionfish]

So you do know.

[She opens her palm for him with a very smug grin.]

One of the highest, yes. Beneath myself.