001- What a wonderful first day!

[wweh]

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.]

Comments

[chronomancer]

Funny thing is, I think I know who you're talking about.

[Eridan shrugged casually.]

Sollux, eh?

[He smiled innocently.]

Funny thing is, where I'm from, him and his less gracious half, Captor, they're all about fins and gills and that ungodly shade 'a violet you call blood. Funny world, eh?

[wweh]

Hit the nail on the head there...You're good.
[then, it hits him.]

Wait. So he's my blood color in your world?

EVEN IN OTHER FUCKIN' UNIVERSES, HE'S DISGRACIN' ME.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan snickered.]

Far's I'm concerned, it seems like you two're serendipity.

[Eridan often preferred his sarcasm heavy-handed and unmistakable. But on occasion... well, on occasion he was quite capable of being subtle. So subtle it almost sounded genuine. He had a feeling this version of himself was too egocentric to take notice of it.]

Equius is the yellowblood in our session.

[He paused a moment, and offered, very tersely, very politely, very significantly:]

Good friend of mine.

[wweh]

[Eridan grins at that.]
You're smart enough to see when somethin's meant to be. If I had to choose between him an' rekindlin' a blackrom with vris it'd be a difficult decision.

Eq's a blueblood in ours. He's creepy an' touchin' him makes you feel like you need a good trip to the ablution chamber. I can't even imagine what he'd be like as a yellow...

[chronomancer]

I'm frankly surprised anyone would choose black with your Vriska, when you could just shoot the bitch in the head.

[Yes. Well. Eridan didn't like Vriska much. He cleared his throat.]

I've met your Equius. Didn't strike me as the kind of troll you go around touching.

[Eridan shrugged.]

Mine's... less sweaty. Less muscled, too. But it's okay, because he's got good friends, looking out for him.

[wweh]

Lot a' people say that. But really, our flarpin' rivalry was one for the history books. Playin' out our ancestral rivalries an' all that...

Not that I've touched him or anythin' Oh god no. Even the thought a' it...

[He shudders. Though he really tries to picture Yellow! Eq with that description.]
Now that I'm really thinkin' on it, he's not soundin' too bad, minus the blood color. That's like... two a' the worst parts a' the guy removed an' replaced with one bad thing.
[Eridan thinks some more...]
He good with machines?

[chronomancer]

[Eridan fingered the trigger casually. Eridan was being difficult and just not getting the hint. That was unfortunately. More so, because Eridan didn't really want to be explicit about it. Explicit meant he'd have to think about it, before he actually talked about it.

God, he hated talking about things.]

I don't think there's anything particularly wrong about his blood.

[He gave Eridan a very pointed look. And his sunglasses might have gleamed a tad threateningly. Eridan didn't like to make his sunglasses gleam, because it required a very precise tilt of the neck to get it right, and it got tiresome after a while.]

But yes, he's amazing with machines. And computers. And not getting harassed by silly seadwellers who should know better.

[wweh]

[Wow, that beam on the sunglasses. He's going to have to learn how to do that. If he can with normal glasses..]
I'll be nothin' but cordial if I ever see him. C-can't be judgin' a book by its cover!

[QUICK SUBJECT CHANGE because he's feeling quite threatened.]

I need to learn how to be doin' that with my glasses. Even though these things are clear an' all...that's a nice threatenin' touch...

[chronomancer]

[Eridan gleamed at him, pointedly, and didn't raise to the subject change. Not yet.

He waited.]

[wweh]

[He's sweating now, adjusting the collar on his shirt. The nervousness is palpable.]
Oh god oh god oh god I won't even bother him! Nope, you can be trustin' my word! Any friend a' yours is a friend a' mine...heh heh...

[That glasses beam was working so goddamn well. Bullied by himself. Well, this will be something to talk to Kar about at some point, if he's here.]

[chronomancer]

I'm sure.

[Eridan smiled pleasantly, easily falling into the shoes of the polite, reserved boy he usually wore when meeting knew people. He wasn't usually boiling with a bit of aimless irritation, underneath it, but what can you do, that happens when you've gone shithive maggots at some point.]

After all, royalty ought to keep its word.

[He arched an eyebrow as he subtly tilted his head and stopped gleaming.]

Lest it gets dethroned.

[wweh]

I'll keep it! Certainly wouldn't be goin' back on my word ever. I've got a code a' honor, you know!

[AAAND SUBJECT CHANGE.]

So... I take it you know Fef? My Fef, I mean. I saw her earlier... Wouldn't be her if she didn't introduce herself to you...

[chronomancer]

I do. She's...

[Extremely nosy and hopelessly perceptive, he did not say, because he knew what he'd do, if someone said that about his Fef.]

Nice.

[He shrugged a bit.]

The fins keep throwing me off, if I'm honest, but. I suppose they suit her well. It's... er.

[What's the word?]

Cute.

[wweh]

[At least they can agree on one thing. And of course, Eridan takes his encounter with Fef earlier and gets entirely too hopeful about it.]

She is, isn't she? Have a feelin' we might be startin' off on the right foot here. Her an' I. Gonna play it slow, ride the waves an' see where this goes. Reely- I mean really hopin' it slides into more flushed waters but from considerin' where we were at back at home, pale would be just as good....

[He leaves it at that....and now it's Eridan's turn to try and seem tough. Though, with how he just was... it's hard, anyhow. and no one understands.]
Don't get any funny ideas.

[and then he tries to resume being friendly.]
Fins throwin' you off? She not a seadweller in your universe?

[chronomancer]

[Eridan said nothing of Eridan's romantic babble, not being much of a romantic himself. That was a lie, he was a hopeless romantic that always cried at sad endings and good endings and quadrant endings in movies, and solely watched action movies because they rarely had much romance in them. But he liked to pretend otherwise, because it hurt less to be a hopeless romantic disaster if you pretended you didn't care. He shrugged at Eridan's laughable attempts to seem scary.]

Ain't interested in her, that way.

[Or any way, really, but that wasn't the point.]

My moirail's a tealblood.

[wweh]

[Eridan can see a teal! Feferi working. He breathes a sigh of relief, this guy was spoken for and not going for her that way.]

Good....Makes things easier for me.

Teal, eh? Oddly enough that's fittin' for her. She's all about fairness an' justice an' equality an' all that...

[chronomancer]

[Quietly.]

That's Fef alright.

[Except for the desperation that drove her to Them because she didn't have the power to change things that needed changing and now...]

Justice, fairness, equality, and salads.

[He smiled, but it was hollow no matter how much he tried to stretched something into it.]

[wweh]

[Eridan did notice the smile. Looks like they actually had common ground other than the fact they were both Eridan]

Had a thing for your Fef too, eh?

Bet you didn't fuck it all up like I did.

[chronomancer]

Oh, I did.

[Eridan's smile deepened, not widened.]

Royally, too. Didn't think I was, mind, at the time. But I left her alone to play the game without a moirail.

[He winced a little, then added darkly.]

Apparently, that's a thing you shouldn't do, with Rage players. Ends in bloodshed, in the end.

[wweh]

[Eridan... actually looked kind of sympathetic towards his jade-blooded twin here even further.]

She flew off the handle, killin' several a' her friends in the process?

[and more and more, he realizes that's exactly what happened to him. Fef left him without a moirail and he flew off the handle after, ultimately destroying hope. But he couldn't blame Feferi, no matter how much he wanted to. His thoughts kept going back to what Feferi lectured him on earlier.]

I ruined it by bein' the biggest asshole that ever lived.

[chronomancer]

She didn't fly off the handle as much as she was forced to make a very hard decision on her own, which unfortunately ended up with nearly everyone else at the wrong end of her culling fork. She's a sweet girl, it's just complicated.

[He sounds incredibly bitter about that. He'll never stop feeling bitter about that. There's a bit of a homicidal undertone in his words, but he tries to brush it off before it becomes too noticeable. He gives Eridan a sidelong glance, deciding he was less likely to have... A Moment, if he focused on the seadweller's plight than his own.]

Live and learn, I suppose.

[And then, because he was himself and he really couldn't help it, he added in a softer voice:]

It's never all lost, you know. Before I got here I thought I'd never fix shit, but then she got here too, for a while. And we talked and aired out things until it sorted itself out.

[wweh]

Wow, I wouldn't a' wanted to be in your shoes...
[Yeah, that's all hitting close to home. Eridan looks really nervous, looking down at the floor for a few moments. Would things have been different if him and Fef were there for each other?]

I guess you're right... though considerin' circumstances I pretty much voided any second chance I could a' had... but here she seemed almost willin' to help me. Gave me a lecture like ol' times.

[He's feeling more and more that he could actually trust his Jadeblood twin. He might actually tell at this point.]

We're from different parts on the timeline, she's from before all the shit went down, as far as I'm knowin...

Should I honestly be tellin' what happened? I was about to but...

[chronomancer]

[Eridan comes to a stop, sighing warily.]

...okay, fuck, fine. Spoilers time, have some unabridged director commentary.

[He folds his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall.]

I've met more than enough trolls from your universe. Lots 'a them, and I've consistently gotten shit for being you, at least until they realize I'm not you. From where I'm standing, you kinda look a monumental asswipe the likes that only exist in legend.

[He presses his lips into a thin line, keeping himself from a long-winded rant.]

But fuck that, I'm not you. So I wouldn't fucking know. Want my advice? Stop being a douchenuzzle that makes people want to tear off your fucking horns and shove them up your goddamn nook. Want your moirail back? Fucking fight for it. The good fight, Ampora, walk the fucking mile, not just talk about it.

[He bares his teeth a little, and there's something raw and bitter leaking through his expression, soaking his words and making them into something rather mean.]

Clean up your goddamn act and get your shit together, because if you're me, if you're anything like me, no one here gives a solitary fuck about you. If you want anything for yourself, you're gonna have to fight for it, princess. You're not home anymore, your blood matters jackshit here and no one is going to bend over backwards to cater to your fucking whims. You know why? Because you're Eridan fucking Ampora, and the world fucking hates you.

[wweh]

[Eridan remains silent. This guy's got it down pat. The truth really does hurt, and the delivery makes it even more painful. It's exactly the same shit that Feferi said to him earlier, with even less sugar coating. He sighs]

I guess killin' some a' your closest friends out a' jealous rage an' despair an' doomin' the entire race does make you a huge douche...

Guess that shit doesn't matter anymore since our world's fuckin' gone anyway.

What the hell do I do now? Where do I start? I obviously don't want to fuckin' die because I'd be meetin' the same fate I woulda' had I not been here...

This is hard an' I don't understand. Probably shouldn't a' even fuckin' said what I did wrong.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan's eyebrows went up at that. And his tone dropped to the ground, broke it and descended to levels of iciness hitherto unknown to trollkind.]

You what.