[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

[firststep]

Zombie headshots are...scary.

[Yori: Be too honest for your own good.]

[chronomancer]

No, they're not, they're satisfying.

[And he means it. Also MOAR HEADSHOTS!]

And you're still not making a lick 'a sense.

[firststep]

[Noooo why :(]

Urm, if you're the one doing them? But I kind of didn't really want to know how headshots look like. Let alone zombie ones.

[chronomancer]

[LMAO, because.]

And how exactly would you know that? What they look like, I mean. It ain't like I'm showin' off photos or anythin'.

[firststep]

...I just do?

[How is he supposed to explain mindreading!!]

[chronomancer]

[Dude, I have to explain timeloops, you can explain mindreading. B|]

Like a gift or somethin'?

[A little suspicious here.]

[firststep]

[Screech okay he doesn't like having to explain mindreading because it usually makes people scared or upset or both.]

That's one way of putting it. Though, urm. Gifts shouldn't normally scare people.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan snorts. Real loud. He thinks about Taiki and the horrified look on his face, watching Eridan die.]

Not really, that's just something they tell you to try and make you feel better about it. Gifts can and will suck.

[firststep]

[...N O P E.]

Oh, I know that. ...Also dying really isn't a gift of any kind.

[chronomancer]

[He's not an idiot. Honest. He can put two and two together, but still. He squints and thinks of something no one else has seen or known about: His battle with his Denizen. Watch them all jadebros falling dead, over and over again, as they steadily chip away Hephaestus' health bar. Thinking hard on that, Eridan answers in a neutral tone:]

Not for the poor sucker stuck with it, no, but there are others who benefit from it, too.

[firststep]

[Okay no Eridan stop he doesn't like seeing this much death in such a relatively short period of time, he's starting to look legitimately upset here why are you dying. In fact, why are there many yous dying.]

I guess? But wouldn't your friends be upset knowing you've died over and over and over? ...A lot of overs, even.

[chronomancer]

[Oh. Hey. Cool. A shovel just randomly appeared in his hand. After you saw him shoot and fight and yes, wail at a giant denizen. With a shovel. Coincidence?]

That's why they'll never know about it. If I can help it.

[firststep]

[The look from Yori's face goes from upset to just...sad, once he realizes that Eridan's got it figured out. There's a reason why Namiyo used to say he should sometimes just shut up and not say anything, because god you suck at hiding your abilities and react to things normal people shouldn't be able to react to to begin with. And then people get upset at him, or worse, angry or afraid or any combination of the three.]

Not a word from me.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan pushes his sunglasses up into his hair, eyes narrowed.]

Not a word. Ever. Swear on it.

[firststep]

[And for the first time this entire conversation, Yori actually sounds...totally lucid. Lucid compared to how he always sounded like he wasn't entirely there before, anyway.]

I swear. I have kept the thoughts of over 300,000 people secret from anyone but themselves. One more person in a tower of approximately 130 or so isn't difficult.

[chronomancer]

Good.

[Eridan nods, relaxes, puts the shovel away.]

Now sit down, holy shit, I'm sorry.

[Moodswing, what moodswing. He feels so bad for showing you those horrible things. D:]

[firststep]

[...That makes Yori blink, even if he was already seeing it coming. Wow how many people actually apologize to him for reading their minds?]

Urm?

[chronomancer]

[Oh, baby, you know nothing. Eridan will apologize for everything, because everything's his fault. And he feels genuinely sorry for upsetting you, too.]

I wasn't kiddin' about you lookin' like you were gonna kneel over earlier.

[He might or might not be pushing you to sit.]

I'm sorry, is there anything I can do?

[firststep]

[Gosh it's not your fault he can't help the telepathy okay 8( Put Eridan pushes him to sit easily enough, since this is gangly albino who was fed via IV for like 5 years of his life. Particularly when he was still growing.]

Urm, it's okay. People think of a lot of scary stuff, sometimes? And there's not a lot to help when I can't turn it off or anything.

[chronomancer]

No offense, but that sounds like it sucks.

[Genuine sympathy. Bask in it.]

[firststep]

[...Well it's not unpleasant but what is he supposed to do this is a little out of the usual for him.]

I've had it for a long time now. You get used to it? Sooner or later, anyway.

[chronomancer]

Oh.

[He nods. He knows the feeling. Can you believe he used to feel squeamish about his own corpses?]

I understand. Oh. I. Uh, I'm Eridan.

[an awkward chuckle.]

Though... you probably knew that, already.

[firststep]

[Well, he can believe it! But only because he can see into Eridan's head, to be honest.]

Maybe. I'm Yori.

[chronomancer]

Have you... been here long?

[aaah, this is confusing. He's making him aware of his thoughts and that's weird.]

[firststep]

Urm, not very. A few weeks?