[OPEN] You called me strong, you called me weak, but still your secrets I will keep.

[chronomancer]

Characters: Jade!Eridan Ampora & YOU.
Setting: Floor 30
Format: I'll start with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eridan got a gift he needs to try out and a neurosis to shoot down. Two birds with one shot from a high-powered laser gun. Beware the jadeblood acting kinda trollish for once. But hey, at least the only things he kills are already dead... Sort of.
Warnings: Eridan and a gun are a warning on its own, he's also skirting the edge of sanity and trying to regain it, so this could easily go either into the usual Eridan moe or right into muderhappy territory if your name is Karkat Vantas. Also expect the odd description of heads assploding, Eridan so loves headshots. Whoops. There are monsters roaming free in this floor, Eridan will try to protect your character if they can't do it themselves, but seriously, it's pretty likely they're gonna at least get hurt if they didn't come prepared.

[Your name is Eridan Ampora and you're tired of putting this off.

What's the worst that could happen? That you die? You're no longer unfamiliar with how that works, and given how many goddamn ugly fuckers there are down there, you're pretty sure that'll be a pretty quick death, should this turn out not to work. You shoot the first one from the stairs, which is unfair, since they don't notice you. The buzz and the weight and the click of the rifle. It's like coming fucking home.

Your name is Eridan Ampora and the smile on your face as you leap into the fray is not something most people would easily associate with you. It's predatory and full of teeth and kind of really out there, in terms of manic, murderhappy trolls.

But fuck them, it's been nearly five months since you shoot a fucker's head off their shoulders, you have a lot of catch up to do.]

Comments

[hystericull]

[This was a floor to which Gamzee had never before ventured. Whether it was because he'd been too much of a chicken shit to step off of the staircase, or simply because he'd had no idea of its existence was anyone's guess, even his own. It was pretty easy to tell he'd arrived in the right spot, however, because of the gunfire.]

[He hadn't heard anything quite like it. It wasn't exactly the weapon's noise that got him giddy, but the sound that followed immediately after. The wet splatter, the slumping weight of an unsupported body against the ground. He forced out a breath between his teeth, wetting his now-dry lips, rooted in that spot on the stairs for a moment, just listening to the carnage. He closed his eyes, immediately heightening the shrieks and cracks that whistled so sweetly into his ears, now acutely aware of the weight of the clubs in his hands. He didn't want to shoot, he wanted to beat. Their methods may have been different, but their primal thirst for chaos and death were surprisingly similar. Gamzee didn't have the time nor the interest in pondering it further, pushing off from his spot and sprinting into the madness.]

[Seeing Karkat again had intensified his desire to stray from the slime. He wasn't sure which was the lesser of two evils - being high or being sober - but if Karkat placed so much importance on staying clean, he'd try and try again. While having a moirail was certainly ensuring he didn't try a repeat performance of the labyrinth, it didn't completely curb those animalistic desires of his.]

[The pounding of feet. Hissing, growling, in stereo. There were so many monsters on this floor. He wasn't sure what beasts were here - he'd find out once he'd killed them. The night only served to energize him more, and now he couldn't be quite certain if the monsters were making those noises, or if it was coming from him. It was all right to let go. All right to surrender to the darkness clawing at the edges of his pan. If he'd had any misgivings about doing it before, all of them vanished as he felt the first connection of the end of his club against a skull. Again, again, again. There was resistance for the first few swings. After that, you could feel the bones start to cave, and you knew you were home free. The splitting came with the next blow, the sickly, liquid crack, and then every subsequent swing would begin to cover you with whatever fluids and matter was stored in the body you'd been wailing on. It was perfect. This was perfect. He needed more.]

[You were in here somewhere, Eridan. He was a little caught up annihilating beasts to search you out properly. He was distantly aware of the gunfire growing closer, however. Somewhere in the far reaches of his pan, he made a note to try and stay out of the jadeblood's line of fire. It would be quite nasty to get caught at the end of that weapon.]