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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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[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.]

*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!

[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?

[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.

[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?

[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?

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!

...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.

[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?

*Blink.* No, I'm Nepeta! Easy's not a very troll-like name.

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.

[he. actually puts his face in his hands.]

Nepeta. A pleasure to meet you; I meant that I'm Orphaner Dualscar.

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.

[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.

I... see.

[a pause. Feferi cannot stop staring; it's starting to seem pretty rude.]

You really-- really look like someone I know.

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?

[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.]

[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.

[he's both unperturbed by the staring and the statement. this wouldn't be the first time he's gotten that, here.]

"Eridan", correct?

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.

Edited 2012-02-29 05:28 (UTC)

Well you should've said that in the first place, shelly. Do you want to be called Orphaner, or Dualscar?

Yes. My stupid ex-moirail. You're a dead ringer.

[just not as infuriating-looking, given that this guy is certainly no jadeblood.]

[also hand.* because gee wiz he sure does only have one arm. minor detail, that is.]

Whichever you'd prefer.

[... he had a feeling. wasn't exactly difficult to guess, either, what with... everything he's learned here. he'd steeple his fingers together in a gesture of interest, though lacks the other arm necessary to do so.]

Why "ex", if you don't mind me inquirin'?

[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.]

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