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[mutab1e]

Characters: AU Equius and you!
Setting: That little kitchen at the back of the cafeteria.
Format: Either.
Summary: Equius has a bizarre form of therapy. But, hey, whatever works...
Warnings: DELICIOUSNESS

[So, Tower. Last night, the boys in Room 1-20 may have noticed a lump under the covers of one of the previously-unoccupied beds. It may have looked like it was shaking. In reality, it was more than just a lump; it was this loser, hiding from A. the indigo-blood sleeping in the adjacent bed and B. everyone else. The lump didn't seem to respond to very much prompting.]

[In the morning, however, he finally gathered the courage to look around the tower, and soon found out that this place had a kitchen. So guess where he's going to be for the rest of the day? Yeah, there, cooking whatever he can think of, using ingredients that he may have noticed were sitting around, as well as a few from home, because seriously, there was no grubsauce in this pantry. None. So, he's been at it for a while now, and anyone walking past the door to the kitchen come lunchtime will smell what is undeniably a big pan of cooking grubloaf -- proper grubloaf, mind you, not like that brownblood makes it.]

[Oh, also he might be making some cookies later. So you should stick around for that.]

Comments

[mutab1e]

...Why would he do that?

[Equius is p. displeased with his other self right now. What the heck, you went to all the trouble of building a soulbot for this rust blood? That is... way too much... even for an Aradia...]

[verymuchalive]

Considering he also installed a chip that would make me flushed for him, I'd really prefer not to think about it.

[Yeah, she's starting to get that from him]

accidentally wrote that last paragraph in second person sob ;-;

[mutab1e]

[WHO COULD DO SUCH A THING TO ARA--]

[...Oh, wait. This one is a redblood.]

[Well... she should have agreed to be his matesprit in the first place... he supposes... yeah wow that's kind of a jerk move no matter which way you look at it.]

...That is extremely underhanded behavior.

[Though it's really not a bad id-- ...NOPE. UNDERHANDED BEHAVIOR. UNDERHANDED ALWAYS. If he ever see this other Equius, he hopes the other will forgive him for temporarily disregarding their much higher place in the hemospectrum as he informs them that he is deeply, deeply ashamed.]

It's all good xD

[verymuchalive]

That's one word for it. But chip aside, I suppose having blue blood for a while helped all of us.

[mutab1e]

How so?

[Like... how is that helpful... at all...]

[verymuchalive]

[She takes a moment to consider how best to reply]

It allowed me to do some things that needed to be done to maintain the timeline.

[mutab1e]

You're the Time player, then? [Because obviously she's part of Sgrub, hello god tier, but he's only ever seen the Life design -- being Vriska Serket's. Whether Eridan graduated to the god tiers or not, Equius doesn't know.]

[verymuchalive]

Yes, that's right.

[She knows Eridan didn't make it so she's not surprised it's a question more than a statement]

[mutab1e]

...I wonder why you would be assigned such a position. [Seriously, this game makes no sense. First they charge a pathetic lowblood like him with making a new world, and then they give Time powers to a rustblood? Ugh.]

[verymuchalive]

[She frowns a little at that]

Probably because that's what the game felt I should do?

[mutab1e]

...

[He... never thought of that.]

That 'game' was ridiculous, anyhow.

[verymuchalive]

Ridiculous or not it was that or end up destroyed with Alternia. I think we took the better option.

[mutab1e]

The planet was destroyed either way. Fool.

[He's having difficulty talking down to her; she reminds him way, way too much of his Aradia, who he wouldn't even think of talking down upon, for a variety of reasons.]

[verymuchalive]

[Her whole demeanour shifts at that final word.]

Don't call me a fool when you know nothing about me. If you didn't want to play you could have always let yourself die with the planet.

[mutab1e]

And let the species die in their hands? No. [The rest of the group would have run it into the ground without him, anyway! Who would be there to make sure that the whole planet didn't turn into a pile of senseless disorder! A heap of chaos!]

[verymuchalive]

[That earns a frustrated huff]

You're just as bad as I'd expect from an Equius.

[mutab1e]

[HE'D... like to respond to that... but again, he's having trouble relating the words 'Aradia' and 'bad'. So he's just going to go down the easy route.]

Likewise. I couldn't ask for anything more from a rustblood.

[He pulls himself up to his full (considerable) height, and gives her a downright looming glare from behind Dem Shades.]

[verymuchalive]

[And now she's full-on glaring]

I'd have thought being so low on the spectrum yourself would have made you a little more sensitive about that kind of name-calling. Or do you hope that by acting like this the higher-bloods will approve of you anyway?

[mutab1e]

Where I stand on the hemospectrum has nothing to do with adhering to it or not. Anyone who follows it just to reap the benefits deserves a culling.

[verymuchalive]

So then you're this intolerable to everyone? Good to know.

[mutab1e]

I assure you, Megido, that where I come from, you are much worse than I am.

[verymuchalive]

That's where you're from. Maybe if you took your head out of your nook for just five minutes you'd get that your Aradia isn't me.