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[orphans]

Characters: orphaner dualscar (orphans) and whoever!
Setting: the dormitory floor or cafeteria; any of the stairs in between
Format: starting with action, but i'll match
Summary: dualscar deals with his curse. or rather, doesn't.
Warnings: innuendo, language, the ability to use this icon icly, and general hideousness

[it was pretty easy to tell something was blatantly askew with him; thus, avoidance of the majority of the tower's floors for sometime. but that newly and mysterious acquired feeling of benevolence towards his peers? the seemingly inherent need to good? to keep peace? the come-ons, ones that would even make his fins curl with distaste, that would tumble from his mouth nigh every time he dared open it?

it was beginning to make him physically sick.

he was hoping this to be just another trick of the tower. though upon noticing no one else seemed to be afflicated as he was, the seclusion had began. however, he can't survive forever in such-- it's actually relatively easy to catch him rushing through hallways, up stairwells, or hurriedly finishing a bowl of oatmeal at a lone table.

feel free to say hi. the orphaner actually won't bite this time.]

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[legislacerates]

[rushing up stairwells...that is just not safe! which is why, after he nearly runs over redglare, she snaps before she can stop herself:]

Watch where you're going!

[she is so stern. this is the voice of the law.]

[orphans]

[oops, he sincerely did not mean to nearly run anyone over and is a little mortified that he almost did! which in turn just makes him even more uneasy, because really, why should he give a fuck, and why couldn't that have succeeded.

but, nope. he pauses midstep, turning to look back down to her. note how it's "to", and not "at".]

I... apologize.

[legislacerates]

[that is...not the response redglare expected. dualscar certainly didn't treat her with much respect the last time they had the misfortune of meeting, after all.]

Ah. [a beat.] Apology accepted. Try to be more careful in the future.

[because what the hell, she might as well go the whole nine yards with the legislacerator thing since she started and he didn't bite her head off.]

[orphans]

[nope, nope, no head biting here! quite the opposite, in fact. and he can't allow that to be the end of this correspondence, oh no. fuck this sudden need to be friendly, seriously.]

... If beauty were time, you'd be an eternity.

[legislacerates]

[wait what]

...What?

[empurress]

*The Empurress-to-be couldn't hang out in the pool all day. Well, she could, but at some point she had to eat - and in fact, that was what she was doing now. Until she was almost bowled over by a figure rushing up the stairs.

Wait, a troll.

An adult troll.

An adult sea troll.

One moment, Dualscar, she's processing this.* I didn't think there were any grown trolls around anemonemore!

[orphans]

[okay, his first instinct would be to cull her. just because of that mismatched blood color and sign, also the fact that she's a wiggler and actually has the nerve to speak to him. like that, or at all.

his cape agitates about his ankles as he comes to a halt, and only surveys her.]

Why? Because 'a that game?

[empurress]

Nope! *Bitch plz she is the empurress-to-be and she will talk to whoever, however she pleases.* Well, yep. That's the reason they're all dead!

But before that, Her Imperial Purrfection banished all of them from Alternia. It's only the young ones there now!

[orphans]

[how distasteful. and he has a feeling that would have to do with the second rebellion he's heard snippets of, the one he's dead for, but before he can comment:]

I'm easy. Are you?

[prune]

[Feferi likes oatmeal. she ate it pretty much all the time back in her treehive, or at least an Alternian approximation of it. but she's distracted today in the cafeteria, eyes on the adult troll, just staring plaintively.]

Hey, what the shrub is up?

[orphans]

[he pauses in his hurried (yet still careful, he wouldn't dream of getting anything other than blood on his clothes) food consumption, only just realizing his behavior could potentially come off as rude to others?? oh nooooooo. though really, he's more horrified that he actually has to interact with someone.

and that he wants to.]

I beg your pardon?

[prune]

You look a little... you know. [Feferi waves her hands vaguely, not specifying. her brazen attitude and the way she stands up and plants her bowl across from him makes her look as though she was never taught to be careful around adult trolls.]

Like something's on your... [she trails off. now that she has a good look at him-- wow. he looks just like Eridan, but older. scarred. the horns and the structure of his face is unmistakable, though.] Um.

[orphans]

[well that tells him. pretty much nothing. dualscar looks away, as if exchanging a glance with someone imaginary, before settling back in his seat. he's becoming quite accustomed to wigglers' boldness, and actually doesn't seem to mind her sitting near him!

horf.]

I've been feelin' a bit off lately, is all.

[floreatnoctem]

...is that all you're eating?

[Chidori settles imperiously across from him, a tray of something that probably smells fucking delicious in her hands. She raises a brow and leans sideways on one hand, picking up a pair of chopsticks with the other.]

I would think you'd eat more.

[At least, taking his size into consideration, she would.

[orphans]

I don't have an appetite.

[also wow calling him fat, chidori?? rude. one would think the statement would come off as rather short, but it's only a statement of fact. he sets his spoon down, glancing to her food and then to make eye contact with her once more.]

I've been attemptin' to avoid most 'a the populace, but it's proven quite... problematic.

[floreatnoctem]

I am not so certain that is healthy, Dualscar.

[She is doing no such thing- you're a presumably grown man, Orphaner. She presumes you'd eat even more than her boys, and they eat a lot. She looks up at him, chopsticks raised partway to her mouth, and raised a brow curiously.]

Why is that?

[orphans]

Because--

[jesus fucking christ he can't. no, that was not a legit pause there, it's just time for some unneeded introspection okay. he looks... pained, to say the least. like, as in the contents of this confession have literally been tearing him apart for the past few days.

or that might be just some of his usual melodrama. your pick.]

I feel averse to the idea 'a violence.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan has been in seclusion lately, but for entirely different reasons. He doesn't mind the lack of an arm all that much... well, that's not true, he minds, a lot. But not the way others seem to, and he's not good at handling concern very well.

Still, starvation is not the answer he does sneak out for food every so often. One such occasion, holding a plate of waffles and getting ready to scurry back upstairs... he happened to run into the troll he'd been trying his damn hardest to avoid in the first place.

Literally.

Eridan stumbled back and only by a strange contortion managed to save his plate and his waffles from falling to the ground.]

I'm so--

[And then he realized who he had run into. The plate fell this time, and he made no attempt to save it as he gave a step back, unconsciously baring his teeth in the process.]

[orphans]

[well hello to you too.

instead of the usual rage he would feel at such a happenstance, in the face of such a troll, he... doesn't. the emotion itself is oddly detached , as if looking at it through a veil. but his eyebrows actually knit together in concern for a fraction of a second, before his expression turns rather passive once more.

he bends quickly to retrieve the plate. not even bothered by the remnants of the meal on his nice boots, fancy that! and, holding it out to eridan--]

You dropped this.

[as if he hadn't committed a brutal act of violence towards him not even a week prior.]

[chronomancer]

[Yeah. Sorry, he's a bit busy trying to decide if he goes with the burning, pressing rage or the piss-your-pants-and-call-for-momma fear. Either way, he's just going to back away and flinch at the sound of Dualscar's voice.

Fuck that voice, he refuses to have nightmares about it.

Really.

Just. Hang in there, okay. Holding out the plate. While Eridan stares and tries desperately to reboot his brain and does he howl in rightful, angry hate or does he just flat out whimper in fear fuck this shit this is hard.]

[orphans]

[looking at him like... why aren't you taking your plate back... okay... one would think that he's either entirely forgotten about that arm incident, or that he's hoping eridan has.

either way, the plate remains out for eridan to take hold when he's ready. he'd smile in what is supposed to be a comforting manner, but he's fortunately not that far gone. well, slightly. anyway, he wants to ask if there's something wrong, so:]

I wish you were a door, so I could slam you all day long.

[guiltapalooza]

[At one point, he'll turn the corner and find Willow standing here, as if waiting for him. Her expression is completely flat, immobile.]

Learn anything yet? [she asks evenly.]

[orphans]

[he consequently comes to a halt, rather abruptly so, but his form is far from tense as it typically would be. and his expression shows his perplexity with her inquiry clearly, having yet to attain the faintest idea as to what she could be speaking of.

because sure, he's learned a lot in the past few days.]

In regards to what?

[guiltapalooza]

[She has to admit some satisfaction in the change in his demeanor. Good to know it'd worked for sure.]

In regards to how you shouldn't treat people, [she says smoothly.] Your whole sudden empathy thing, that was me. I just threw in the bad pick up lines for bonus humiliation.

[orphans]

[wow she's been the cause of why he's felt so fucking awful lately? and yet at the same time, better? he'd tell her some convoluted way to go off herself, but finds that he. can't. and is instead wondering what it was exactly (as he's done a lot of awful to a lot of nice people here!) that would suddenly merit this.

also, magic doesn't exist. his eyebrows raise a fraction. so how she could have gone about doing that--]

Why?