towerofanimus | 001- What a wonderful first day!

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[ou] eridan ampora

001- What a wonderful first day!

Characters: Eridan Ampora & YOU
Setting: Dorm Room 3-06, Cafeteria and the hallways and stairways between.
Format: action brackets
Summary: Eridan's first day...
Warnings: Possible Violence, and language.

[That was a hell of a nightmare. The sound of chainsaws echo through his mind, slowly turning into the smashing and rumbling of the Giant Space Whale's onslaught. Aw, hell. That certainly wasn't a pleasant awakening. For that matter, where the hell was his recuperacoon, and where the -hell- was his awesome clothes? This was so drab and certainly not him. Well, at least wherever the hell he was, they were kind enough to at least give him some info. He places the glasses that were conveniently on his nightstand and reads his letters. Of course his world was destroyed. If they had gone along with his plan, they could have at least saved something!]

What the fuckin' hell! How the fuck can it be all fuckin' gone in a matter a' seconds...

[Best not to think about it. He shrugs. His stuff is in that chest, right? Maybe if he can just reach into it and....yeah, as if his morning couldn't get worse, it's covered in rubble. Not much, but enough to make it not fucking worth dirtying his hands to get at. He'll get it another time, he supposes. Time to figure out how to get around here... After a few moments of hanging around, he attempts to leave the dorm room, and make his way through the hall towards the elevators. He feels incredibly stupid not arming himself, but putting himself in a dangerous situation and being a damsel in distress is a perfect conversation starter!]

[Yep, Eridan went the wrong way down one of the hallways, and is faced with various bruiser-style monsters... I'm lazy, so you can pick whatever he's up against. Whatever makes it cooler for your character, he's up against that. They're kind of blocking his way, and fish is on the menu! This will probably happen several times on his journey through the tower.]

Fuck, can't a troll get acquainted with a new fuckin' place without havin' to strife! Can we just like... call this off and battle another time? I'm not really prepared or anythin' an' if I was you'd be fuckin' DEAD. Killin' things like you has kinda been a way a' life for me an' believe me I got so many overpowered weapons you'd have had no chance. Consider it me showin' mercy on your pathetic asses. Not that I fuckin' have any flushed interest in any a' you ugly things. You're pathetic in a totally platonic way. Total platonic pity. Now just step aside, I'm just as hungry as you are an' I need some nourishment. You're kinda in my way...
[Nope, they just trudge towards Eridan...Who promptly attempts to abscond. Cue chase scene. Insert appropriate music here while Eridan runs, scared for his life. He can't back it up ever.]

[Obligatory first meal. Can't have giant fuckin' space whales without getting some kind of nourishment. He doesn't care if there's shit going on, he wants food, and he wants it NOW!]

Hey! I want some fuckin' service in here, I don't care what's goin' on, I'm hungry, an' I want some fuckin' FOOD.

[Cue bowl of oatmeal.]

Oh, so is this what you humans call fuckin' food? You expect a violet-blooded troll like myself to eat this pauper garbage? Get it the fuck out a' my face.

[After much complaining and finding out no one is really listening or caring. He sits down and enjoys his meal. As much as someone can while there's bullshit going on. Feel free to bother him.]

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There's evidence for and against it. It's one big conchplicated mess. But that's a talk for later, when fins are a little more stable. Not in the middle of an emergency. I'm swimming myshellf ragged trying to check on trolls from three or four different universe, friends from everywhere...

[Nervous laughter. Not that she isn't happy as she can be with Genda, but she also doesn't want Eridan running off trying to find him after Gamzee flew off the handle and threatened to kill him the other day.]

Do you want me to try and kelp you get in there?

I think it might be good, could be usin' someone else hands to get it open.

[god forbid he dirty his own.]

Wait, wait... alternate universes? Weird time bullshit? Fuck, as if we didn't have enough a that with the memos an' everythin' already...

[Oh, no, he didn't.]

...excuse me? I can kelp you move some of the bigger pieces out of the way so it's easier to get to, but I can't spend all day getting your things out. There's a lot to do, and I'm sorry, but I've got some pretty big responsibubbilities. People trust me to have their dorsal fins, Eridan, and if I don't, that's not good.

And when I say alternate universes, I mean, versions of us with different blood colors. Different backstories. Less weird time shit and more stuff that's actually happened differently.

Well, I won't ask you to move all a' the rubble what kind a' person would I be orderin' you around...Classic you though always havin' all your affairs in order an' helpin' out everyone so much more than me.. don't be gettin' me wrong, I'm grateful for the help an' everythin'...

[Awkward silence while he tries to compose himself. That was awkward, even for him.]

So, you're sayin' there's different versions a' us runnin' around in different castes an' different worlds period?

That's almost frightenin'. I can't imagine another me. Bet they're a gigantic fuckin' loser who only dreams a' bein' someone like me.

[Enough with the ego stroking]

For what its worth though, I'm happy to see you're alright.

[Because this is like going back to the old days, somewhat.]

Eridan, you're not getting it! At any other time, I would be happy to show you around, introduce you to my fronds, get you acclimated. But these are not normal circumstances, so you can just stick that 'you're helping everyone more than me' idea right up your nook. It isn't that I don't care, it's just that there are bigger fish to fry right now.

...I've met the other you. Two other versions of you, though one of them has left already. They're different, but I wouldn't judge either of them before meeting them.

Thank you. [And her face finally softens into a smile.] I don't have long, so let's try and get the worst of the rubble away from your trunk so you've at least got a weapon on hand.

[Eridan nods. Thank god someone's gonna be helping him...]

Oh you must a' had your hands full then... Two other me's, I don't even think I can handle another me gettin' attention.

[Nervous, awkward laugh.]

That's a subject for another time.

[She stops, putting her hands on her hips.]

Listen, Eridan. There are a few things you need to get your head around if you're going to make it okay here. If you don't, you're going to die. You're going to die a lot. I don't want that to happen.

The first: you're not the center of attention anymore. You aren't going to have drones at your beck and call to do whatever it is you want done. You're going to have to get your hands dirty, and you're going to have to do some work.

The second: You're going to need to make friends - and I mean real ones, not 'people who I can whine to and then ignore when they need something'. Real friendship is a two-way street, Eridan. You've got to be willing to look past where someone is from, put all this hemospectrum bullshit aside, and do some give-and-take.

The last, which is really part of the second, is that I can't be your only source of support. I've had maybe four hours of sleep over the last two days because I've been fighting to keep everyone here safe. That hasn't even been good sleep because I don't have a proper recuperacoon. The fact that I'm taking time out of that this morning to give you a hand really isn't something you need to act entitled to get because you're new here and you're from home. It's something I'm doing as a favor to you.

Are we good?

[For once, Eridan remains silent. All she gets is a nod. She was really one of the few that could get him to shut up, once and awhile. He wouldn't mind that whole "real friends" thing. Or any friends, period. This lecture was kind of reminding him of old times.]

Fef you know I've almost always had your back. An' honestly I'm not too keen on seein' you die again either. [even if it was his fault.]
That all seems so hard.

'Almost always' isn't going to be -- wait. Wait just a damn minute. You said 'die again'.

[She takes one hand off her hip and points it at him, and she can't control the way it shakes.]

What in the name of the horrorterrors did you mean by 'again'?

[Oh shit, he's sweating now. He didn't expect to be telling things so soon...]

Long version, or the short one?

The very long version. As if you were telling it to a legislacerator.

[Eridan gives a heavy sigh... There's a pause from him, as if he's trying to figure out how to say it...]

What do you last remember before comin' here, first off?

I'd taken a nap in Gamzee's horn pile, then woken up and was chatting with Sollux.

Now, it's your turn.

Was in the middle a' a showdown between myself, Vris, an' gamz and Kan showed up an' broke my wand.... but before that, probably right around the time you were chattin' it up with Sol... an'

[Holy shit, that is a convienient plot monster behind Feferi.. and he's hearing noises behind himself as well. This is probably the most fortuitous thing. They don't look too strong, but they're not weak either! But this is the perfect distraction to get out of explaining this to her!]

Fef, don't get mad... but there's somefin' behind you....
[Welp, the ones behind Eridan certainly made themselves known with a growl of some kind. They're probably out of Fef's view, though!]
an' apparently behind me...

Oh, no, you don't. You are not using the whole 'there's something behind you, Fef' excuse to get out of this --

[-- except that noise definitely just got louder. Only a few of them, looks like, but any monster during the day - especially a few giant bees - need to be dispatched.]

-- shit. Get behind me and find a dark spot to hide in, and don't make any noise. If you can't find something like that, then get back to your room and try and find me later. Monsters are usually weaker in the daytime, but who knows, with the way things are messed up right now.

[At least she's armed. She proceeds to run one of those bees through with one end of her trident, using that end to smack another one of them into the wall. A quick thrust to make sure they're both dead, then she pulls that end out and looks around. Looks like the other two left, but whether that's for reinforcements or not is uncertain.

She slumps back against the wall, looking even more exhausted than she had been before. Exhausted, and to be honest, she's a little angry. Had she been planning to stumble out of bed and bail someone out right away? No. No, she hadn't. But she was going to, anyway. Then there were the words 'die again', referring to her, and she didn't know anymore.]

[Eridan nods, and promptly runs...in the other direction, back into his dorm. Thankfully they weren't too far and he wasn't noticed, but he had to get something. He couldn't just leave her to fight alone after everything he's done. even if it wasn't going to do much. After some attempts, all he can get is a pile of rocks to throw. He runs back, hoping to attempt to fight off others. He actually sees she's... kind of exhausted.]

Thanks for savin' my ass... I tried to unbury my trunk myself but there was no time. Least I got... rock...kind...

[He tries to make some sort of amends...Hopefully this doesn't come out wrong.]

You're lookin' exhausted, Fef... if you're needin' a place to rest your head for a moment I guess you could use my bed. I don't think I'll be gettin' any sleep for awhile...

There's never any time when stuff like that pops up. It's usually at night, when they do. Stuff's not right around here right now, like I said.

[There's a lot she wants to say right now. There's that anger that's right under the surface, the need to know what the hell happened back home. There's the way that she is tired, but she doesn't feel like she has the luxury of going back to her room to sleep more. The nightmares are too bad right now.

There's something else that's bubbling right up to the surface too, and she's not going to say it. She refuses, as much as she wants to scream that for all she tries to keep everyone's spirits up, to listen, to calm them down, why can't she have someone she can turn to for that? Someone who won't leave, someone she's not constantly having to talk down, someone who isn't trying to hide something? That's a pile of emotions she's trying to keep back.]

I can't. Too much going on. Too many nightmares. And I'm not going to be able to sleep till I know what actually happened back there.

Edited 2012-08-21 08:09 (UTC)

[Oh god, he's not sure how to actually handle things right now. He just got here. He's not even sure what the hell he should be doing... how do you break it to someone that you're trying to get back on your good side that you killed them? He's feeling worse and worse by the minute.]

You look like you need it more than usual. Glubbin' hell...you sure? I don't want you goin' around all weakened while those...things are around. [mostly because he'd feel like an even bigger jackass.]Whatever the hell they were...especially since I can't be providin' backup like old times...

Edited 2012-08-21 08:15 (UTC)

I can't. It's been months for me here, Eridan. You don't know what kind of nightmares this place can give you. The worst part is when you dream about something that actually happened to you and you don't know whether it's a dream or not. It's - when I wake up from one of those, there's no going back to sleep for a while. It doesn't happen.

[She isn't lying about the nightmares. They've been especially bad since the one month where she couldn't even scream when they cut into her - but she's not thinking about that right now.]

...I think they're only going to be worse if I try right now. I'm too...I think you know what I'm thinking about.

I have friends here who I can talk to about what's happened in this place. I can talk and laugh and be okay with them. I can talk with some of the other trolls that are here. I have a matesprit, someone I've met since I've been here. And he makes me happy. Really happy.

What I don't and haven't had is a moirail, and I need one more than anything. I want to be able to trust you in that regard, but I can't if you're hiding something from me.

[Oh shit, this makes it even more difficult to not tell... but that part of her finding someone kind of shot a harpoon right through his heart. He lets out a dejected sigh. At least she wants to be moirails with him again.]

I promise I'll tell you, okay? It's just... kind a' awkward to say. Tellin' you would pretty much make you hate me.

[Feferi catches that sigh.]

If any of that hurt, I apologize. But if I'm gonna tell you to be honest and straightforward, I've got to do the same thing.

[She settles back, leaning against the wall and resting her head on her knees.]

It can't make me hate you any worse than I hate one of the admins of this place. That's for sure.

[Eridan is honestly curious. Mostly for his own well-being]

You mean there's people runnin' this place? What'd they do to you?

Yep. Five that I'm aware of, though I've only seen four of them. The youngest one's a little human kid. The others: 3 guys, one girl. Two of the guys are - well, they're still jerks, but not nearly as bad as the guy named Jason.

[Feferi curls up, looking away. She hugs her knees to her chest, but that doesn't stop her shaking a little.]

Fucking bastard. This isn't going to be easy to say, and it's not a pretty story. It's wrong and he's a sick bastard and...the shit he did to everyone during that one month --

[Feferi has to stop for a minute. It's hard to talk about all of this without feeling nauseated.]

-- took a whole lot of us. Me, Gamzee, bunch of others. Gave us some kind of drug that made sure we couldn't feel pain, strapped us down to a medic's table, and every week for that whole month, did stuff to us. Turned me into a horrorterror. Literally. I could hear everything everyone else was thinking, but I didn't know if killing everyone with my own Vast Glub would be a mercy or lead to even worse punishment for everyone.

Got worse towards the end where Jason snapped, sewed everyone together, like some kind of monster. It was...

[Her voice cracks, and she pauses, shaking hard.]

Turned us all 'back to normal' again after. No scars on the outside, bad ones on the inside. It messed Gamzee up something awful. Karkat's here and doing his best as his moirail, but we're all keeping an eye on him. He's not right, hasn't been since then. I don't think any of us in there have really been entirely right since then.

...first time I've ever really wanted to kill someone. Then I realized death was too good for him.

[He's not sure how to go about telling her now... he certainly doesn't want to after hearing what she's been through as of late, it would make things worse for her, he fears. Well, and for him too, obviously. And the fact about Gamzee not being right makes things seem... somewhat familiar. And now he's frightened for his own well-being as well, considering how horrible things sounded. As much as he wants to kill everyone, he really doesn't want to make anyone suffer like that.]

That's horrible... fuck.
[He awkwardly attempts to hug Feferi. He really feels like she needs one. Of the pale kind.]
I can't even imagine goin' into this mess without a moirail. I don't want to fly off a' the handle...

[There's a pause there, almost like he's about to finish the sentence, but catches himself.]
an' I'm sure with stuff like that fuckin' happenin' I'm sure you feel like it sometimes, too...Never thought I'd hear you say you actually want to kill someone...

[Feferi does need it, and she lets Eridan hug her.]

I've gotten by because I've gotten to know a lot of people and made a lot of friends, but it's not the same as having a moirail. I've been so close to flying off the handle, and you know how I am. I'm the one that's always keeping people from doing that. But right now, it's what I need.

[She pauses.]

...only time I've ever really wanted to. But like I said, death is too good for him. There are worse things, and I know that now.

It's why I know I can't really hate anyone, if they...if they killed me back home. I know that none of you would make me suffer like that.

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