Rescue Mission Start! [Backdated to Thursday~]
Who: Tavros, Evil Feferi, Terezi
When: Thursday
Where: Trollcourt Doge's Palace
Summary: Rescue mission! That fails. Also, I guess there's gonna be a lot of sore feelings and also faces!
Ratings: R
Warnings: Violence!!!!!!!!!! :O
Tavros stood at the entrance to The Empress's imperial court, clad head to toe in his plucky Pupa Pan suit. His hand was clenched tight around the hilt of his lance, and Horsaroni's oogonibomb was on the corner of his belt for easy access - you never know when a purple pastahorse can save your life.
In his way stood one thick, tall door suited only for those royal enough to have the scratch to pay for such flamboyancy. This is where he had to be brave! He had to fight like all those childhood heroes he still believed in. There was only one thought at the forefront of his mind; it wasn't "you're going to die," or "uuhhh, this is really dangerous," or any other kind of nervous, anxious little Tavros-style worry.
It was just, "Gamzee."
He pushed the door open, and made his way inside. The sound of metal feet clanging against marble floor was the only spark of noise between an unearthly silence.
In just a few steps, the silhouetted figure of Bitch Fefairy was there to greet him.
When: Thursday
Where: Trollcourt Doge's Palace
Summary: Rescue mission! That fails. Also, I guess there's gonna be a lot of sore feelings and also faces!
Ratings: R
Warnings: Violence!!!!!!!!!! :O
Tavros stood at the entrance to The Empress's imperial court, clad head to toe in his plucky Pupa Pan suit. His hand was clenched tight around the hilt of his lance, and Horsaroni's oogonibomb was on the corner of his belt for easy access - you never know when a purple pastahorse can save your life.
In his way stood one thick, tall door suited only for those royal enough to have the scratch to pay for such flamboyancy. This is where he had to be brave! He had to fight like all those childhood heroes he still believed in. There was only one thought at the forefront of his mind; it wasn't "you're going to die," or "uuhhh, this is really dangerous," or any other kind of nervous, anxious little Tavros-style worry.
It was just, "Gamzee."
He pushed the door open, and made his way inside. The sound of metal feet clanging against marble floor was the only spark of noise between an unearthly silence.
In just a few steps, the silhouetted figure of Bitch Fefairy was there to greet him.