[BACKDATED][CLOSED] little girls don't know how to be sweet girls, momma didn't teach me

[chronomancer]

Characters: Jade!Eridan Ampora & Willow.Rosenberg
Setting: To be decided!
Format: Action tags.
Summary: Eridan keeps his word, even when it's his doomed selves that make the promises. Willow... well, there's something she's been meaning to tell him. BACKDATED.
Warnings: None, hopefully?

[Eridan promised Willow he'd find her as soon as he was done with time shenanigans, but he'd been so tired once the dust settled. He can't keep procrastinating it, though. So after breakfast, he goes on about hunting for Willow. He'd start by her favorite floors except he doesn't know which ones are those. He's a little embarrassed to realize how little he actually knows about her.

Maybe... maybe he should ask her sometime. He knows she's been trying to be friendly and so far he hasn't been a very good friend, all things considered. He should fix that. Feeling a little guilty, he goes up the stairs, on the look-out for her.]

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[guiltapalooza]

Oh! Speaking of not bad... [Cause this reminds her of something else she's been meaning to tell him.]

I was doing some research on the network, just looking over old chat logs to see if I could find anything useful, and it looks like if you get killed, you'll come back, uh, with your arm and everything.

Obviously not exactly a plan I'd tell you to rush off and enact what with the dying part, but I thought you should know.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan freezes for a moment. Then shrugs, carefully.]

...well, obviously. I mean.

[He clears his throat.]

I have. A good record. What with the not dying thing.

[guiltapalooza]

Not the words I'd use, but. [Not what she wants to talk about either.

She frowns at him in open concern.] If you want to go through with it -- and I'm not saying you should, necessarily -- will you let me know? Whoever you asked to do it... you should have someone nearby to make sure it goes the way it should.

[chronomancer]

[He stares at her for a moment, wondering what the bleeding hell is wrong with her to even suggest--Eridan shrugs and looks away.]

Sure.

[No point in picking up a fight, right?]

It's... don't worry. I'm not exactly looking forward to throwing myself off a cliff as soon as we're done here.

[guiltapalooza]

... Then why are you making that face? What does that face mean?

[chronomancer]

It means this is not something I really want to think about just now. Or ever.

[Pause.]

This whole situation is fucked up. It's God Tier all again.

[guiltapalooza]

Oh. Yeah. I can't blame you for not wanting to think about it.

But I didn't want to just find out and not tell you. I'm not your... your mom, uh, lusus. I thought you'd want to make your own decisions.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan shrugged.]

Thanks. But I don't think my choice has changed from last time.

[guiltapalooza]

[She nods, because being Willow's friend means she supports whatever decision you want to make.]

Just... try to be safe, okay?

[chronomancer]

Promise, I'll try.

[He smiles wryly.]

Only, you try too, okay?

[guiltapalooza]

Yeah. Um. I'll do my best. [Neither of them is exactly hopeful about it, but...]

You know, fatalistic worldview aside... you're a nice guy.

[chronomancer]

Oh.

[He actually stopped before he let out the usual denial. This was Willow. He thought he was getting the hang of Willow.]

Thanks.

[guiltapalooza]

[Sure enough, she gives him a smile, settling down from her earlier distress now.]

Welcome. So... I think we're out of news?

[chronomancer]

Uh. I have a new shovel?

[He shrugs, half joking, half seriously.]

[guiltapalooza]

Extremely worthy news, [she says somberly, taking the joke and running with it.] Has she been christened with a name yet?

[chronomancer]

Not really.

[He pulls the thing out of his sylladex. It's not exactly his first choice of weapon, but it's something to work with. It's almost as long as he's tall, too. He offers Willow a slight grin.]

I guess suggestions are welcome, though.

[guiltapalooza]

[Thankfully she's been introduced to the sylladex idea before, so though she starts a bit, a second later she's leaning forward, eyes lighting up.]

Ohhhh, really? Suggestions? Hang on, I need to give this some thought. A lady needs a proper title if she's going to be accompanying you on wild time adventures.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan arched an eyebrow at Willow's excitement, just a tad taken aback.]

Really? Got anything in mind, then?

[guiltapalooza]

[Giving things silly names is extremely serious business, Eridan. Geez.]

I was thinking something like... the Duchess von Jadeplough, or the Shovel of Extreme Victory, but they both seem kinda goofy. And also unwieldy to be yelling out in battle cries, which is a very important criteria.

So now I'm leaning toward Shovelette. Simple, to the point.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan snickered.]

It's okay, I once alchemized a rifle that was called "Director's Temporal Obliteration Cut". I can work with unwieldy titles.

[He gave the shovel a look and a shrug before captchaloging it again.]

Shovelette works, though.

[guiltapalooza]

[She's delighted both at getting him to snicker, and at that name.]

Director's Temporal Obliteration Cut? That's pretty much amazing. I think I need to step up my game. Can we change it to the Diva Shovelette, in keeping with the movie biz theme?

[chronomancer]

Eh, it was a neat little thing. Could really use having it around here.

[He gave the shovel a good look and smirked.]

Diva Shovvelette it is, then.

[Inwardly, he was glad to see her delighted, he still felt guilty for nearly driving her to tears.]

[guiltapalooza]

[Normal conversation for her consists of friendly teasing and dumb ideas, so this puts her back to cheerful faster than anything else, really.]

You could request it, maybe? In the suggestion box? I've been thinking of doing that for more spell supplies.