The Founder's Floor, Part II: Escalation
Jan 2, 2024 1:16:56 GMT -6
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Post by Queens of Absolution on Jan 2, 2024 1:16:56 GMT -6
The Founder's Floor, Part II: Escalation
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SOMETIME EARLIER
At Femme Fight Club’s headquarters, being carried by Ellie, was another letter stamped with the same red Queens wax seal as the one personally left by Snow. Of course, this one seems to have been personally left as well for Ellie to find. Thumann’s face was flush as she opened it and read the contents.
A simple sentence. One that dropped into the pit of Ellie’s stomach dreading showing it to Country Mouse. It seems the Escalation has begun.
PRESENT DAY
The Founder’s Floor was more of a mansion at the top of Queens Complex than it was an office space. The White Queen that was Snow preferred it that way. She turned from the windows and stepped near Amy Acker and Zooey Deschanel; tilting her head slightly to look down at them and make eye contact. She didn’t speak though. For a moment, there was a brief pause.
Maybe it was admiration, maybe it was respect. It was hard, nigh impossible, to not give the girl as white as snow with the raven-hair those things. She did as she pleased rather than just saying it. And she was remarkably beautiful with a taut, toned, slim body that spoke volumes with her 5’11” height. She projected an aura of power. And power projection was something the alabaster skin girl needed an abundance of in the game she was playing.
“Amy,” the fair skin girl began softly, “I told FFC I would snuff out there light. If they want to compare us royalty to snakes than I say we be the predators they are.”
Then the girl known only as Snow turned her attention to Zooey Deschanel.
“Oh Zooey, oh Zooey, how I am in debited to you for your work in the media controlling the narrative. A predator needs teeth in the media - show them why we are royalty.”
At this point, the elevator doors slid open. Was this it. Would this be the beginning of the Escalation?
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SOMETIME EARLIER
At Femme Fight Club’s headquarters, being carried by Ellie, was another letter stamped with the same red Queens wax seal as the one personally left by Snow. Of course, this one seems to have been personally left as well for Ellie to find. Thumann’s face was flush as she opened it and read the contents.
“A rat can be snuffed out in an instant and so will the light of his stable.” - Snow
A simple sentence. One that dropped into the pit of Ellie’s stomach dreading showing it to Country Mouse. It seems the Escalation has begun.
PRESENT DAY
The Founder’s Floor was more of a mansion at the top of Queens Complex than it was an office space. The White Queen that was Snow preferred it that way. She turned from the windows and stepped near Amy Acker and Zooey Deschanel; tilting her head slightly to look down at them and make eye contact. She didn’t speak though. For a moment, there was a brief pause.
Maybe it was admiration, maybe it was respect. It was hard, nigh impossible, to not give the girl as white as snow with the raven-hair those things. She did as she pleased rather than just saying it. And she was remarkably beautiful with a taut, toned, slim body that spoke volumes with her 5’11” height. She projected an aura of power. And power projection was something the alabaster skin girl needed an abundance of in the game she was playing.
“Amy,” the fair skin girl began softly, “I told FFC I would snuff out there light. If they want to compare us royalty to snakes than I say we be the predators they are.”
Then the girl known only as Snow turned her attention to Zooey Deschanel.
“Oh Zooey, oh Zooey, how I am in debited to you for your work in the media controlling the narrative. A predator needs teeth in the media - show them why we are royalty.”
At this point, the elevator doors slid open. Was this it. Would this be the beginning of the Escalation?
