[OPEN][BACKDATED] Stitch me back, one by one!

[chronomancer]

Characters: Jade!Eridan Ampora, and YOU!
Setting: Floor 15, the workshop.
Format: I'll start with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: In which Eridan pretends he knows how to sew. Spoilers, he doesn't. Backdated to before the Labyrinth event!
Warning: None? I'll add if necessary.

[It's really not that hard, he figures, to use his torn jacket as a pattern and make a new one with some scraps of red fabric lying around. It's just. Cutting fabric and sewing it together. How hard can it be?

Apparently, very hard and not really a project for the uninitiated.

He's left the whole mess on a workbench for now, focusing on patching up his other pair of pants. That, at least, he's relatively used to. It's not the neatest of stitch-work, but at least it'll hold.

At least, he thinks with grim amusement, he has two hands now, to do this. Otherwise it'd be well and truly hopeless.]

Comments

[chronomancer]

Well, it's honestly seen better days. That much is true.

[firststep]

I can imagine? ...Zombies probably aren't kind to clothes.

[This probably sounds like a non-sequiter, and Yori probably has no idea that he's slipped up a little.]

[chronomancer]

No, they're--

[Eridan found himself agreeing before something caught up. He blinked and scowled and dismissed the idea all together. It was just a coincidence, right?]

They're really not.

[firststep]

[Totally a coincidence Eridan! It's not like you're talking to a mindreader or anything!!]

Though, I haven't gotten the chance to meet any of the undead yet...

[chronomancer]

[Coincidence or not, you've got him deadpanning. Because when you're Eridan Ampora, deadpanning is the answer to everything.]

Trust me, conversation is not all what's chalked up to be.

[firststep]

[...Well, judging from the stuff he's picked up from your head? Yeaaah.]

Urm, I guess you'd know better.

[chronomancer]

I wouldn't call myself an expert. But then again, I'd slowly back away from whoever calls himself an expert on the undead.

[I'm sorry about the memory of the horde rushing up to the tower? I mean, trolls can be pretty weird-looking but the undead ones are just ghastly.]

If you know what I mean.

[firststep]

[...Cringing a little, he can't help it that looks really nasty.]

Oh, I get that. It's not something anyone really should be an expert in.

[chronomancer]

Exactly. Now rifles, that's a good thing to be an expert in.

[You know what's worse than troll zombies? Troll zombies whose heads explode because BOOM, HEADSHOT. Eridan likes headshots. Eridan is a motherfucking pro at headshots.]

[firststep]

[...Oh.

Oh.

He really didn't need to see that.

Though he has to admit he's pretty good.]

I can see that, yes. Rifles.

[He has no idea how little sense he is making right now when he's sliiightly shaken up and proceeding to start trying to dissociate himself from the thoughts he's getting.]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan arches an eyebrow, because sense, my friend, you're making little.]

Or chainsaws.

[Yeah, chainsaws. And limbs flying. And all the nice things, yes. Enjoy that.]

...you sure you're okay?

[firststep]

[Good job Eridan you've actually managed to make him pale a little BLOCKING THIS ALL OUT NOW --

His voice starts sounding very distant. It's a thing that happens.]

Oh, yes. Chainsaws. Makes sense? Seems kind of unwieldy to use, though.

[chronomancer]

Maybe.

[He's thinking of Kanaya and how there's absolutely nothing "unwieldy" about her or her battle style. It's actually kind of really cool.]

You sure you don't want to sit down? You look kind of... not good.

[firststep]

[...Chainsaw are still pretty scary, bro. At least to him right this moment. He will at least concede it's pretty cool.]

Hm? I'm fine. This is...sorta normal.

[People think of some really scary stuff, sometimes! Or just really weird stuff Yori didn't really want to know.]

[chronomancer]

Really.

[Skeptical Eridan is skeptical. He shrugs.]

Have it your way, but you look like your knees are gonna stop carryin' you any moment now, and honest, this isn't the best floor to lie around like that.

[firststep]

[He can feel your skepticism man 8(]

I'll be okay. ...I'm not really used to seeing that sort of thing, that's all.

[YORI MAKE SENSE WILL YOU.]

[chronomancer]

If you're--

[Wait.]

See?

[firststep]

...Yes?

[Oh wait bafjhafakjf WHOOPS SLIPPED UP THERE YORI.]

[chronomancer]

See what, exactly?

[firststep]

The...zombies. And stuff.

[chronomancer]

...from one cagey bastard to another, you're being pretty fuckin' cagey.

[firststep]

Am I? My friend back home always says I'm not careful enough.

[chronomancer]

That might be because your friends at home already know what the hell you're talking about?

[firststep]

I guess, sorta? Even she sometimes thinks I'm just weird about stuff.

[chronomancer]

[Deadpan, have I mention how much he loves deadpans? Also, ignore the flare of sympathy, okay. He knows all about being weird.]

You're derailing.