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Post by seahitler represent on Apr 20, 2013 18:00:57 GMT -5
The Condesce found herself staring at ---Eridan, searching for some sign of discontent or disappointment - what she would have expected after hearing this. She, the supreme ruler of the Alternian empire, feared and revered - for her to be a simple tool, a servant to someone else... just how would any of her species feel, hearing that?
It was her own shame, and that made her hatred for what English had done even stronger.
She stayed quiet as Eridan and the Highblood exchanged pleasantries, but that was the extent of her patience. There was work to be done, plans to be made. She needed progress. "Now then, to business!" she began. "We need to have a solid future. I do not have a matriorb with me - if neither of you know the location of one, then we will have a problem. As whale, Lord ---English may make an appearance here. No matter how I am treated, you must give the appearance of loyalty to him." How she hated the very idea of her subjects - even if there were only two of them - considered as just more of English's servants. But that was the truth of it, at the moment.
"There is a nigh omniscient being known as a First Guardian who serves him, by the name of Doc Scratch. We cannot speak openly, not for long." Even this was pushing it. She stopped, allowing for questions - by necessity, she had to treat Eridan with more respect, as more of an equal than his age normally would have required. To need support like this made her want to kill something, but she clenched her hands and kept her expression smoothly confident, stifling her anger for now. |
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