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]

[To his credit, Eridan listens. He makes it a habit to listen to people who go on murderous sprees. First Fef, then Gamzee, now Eridan. He always listens. He always tries to be impartial, to put emotional distance and listen. He's the Time player, he has to be coldblooded at all times, to manage the fucking mess as ruthlessly as possible so that no one gets hurt.

But this?

This whining, pathetic ramble? This wasn't Feferi, backed up against a corner, having to decide between destruction and oblivion. This wasn't Gamzee, abused to breaking point until his blood got the better of him. This was an entitled child, whining because the world wasn't fair and lashing out because things didn't go his way. Jealousy? This was about jealousy?

He barked a low, acid laugh, giving Eridan a look of pure contempt.]

You stupid, stupid wiggler.

[He loomed on him, despite the fact they were actually the same height. Eridan was a master of body language. You had to be, when you made yourself a living wallpaper flower everywhere you went. All it took was the right shoulder posture, the distance between your feet, and what you were projecting became something else entirely. At the moment, Eridan was all but overflowing with repressed violence for the seadweller.]

Do you even listen to what comes out of your grubfucking mouth? You were lonely? And jealous? That's your big fucking sob story? It got hard so you gave up?

[He leaned in, glaring at him over the rim of his sunglasses.]

You know what's lonely, you little fucking shitstain? Living in the middle of a deathtrap that no one but you can hope to survive. You know what's lonely, princess? Running around that stupid game for months without talking to anyone, too fucking scared to say a thing, lest you doom the entire fucking timeline to death.

[He was snarling now, teeth much too like seadweller fangs, thin, needly, sharp. He looked like he wanted to tear out Eridan's throat with them.]

You wanna know what's fucking hopeless, his royal excellency, Prince of Knows Jack Shit About Anything? The precise moment you realize that, even if you're the alpha timeline, you're doomed. Not when things get hard. Not when people start dying. When you realize all your hard work doesn't matter, because your entire fucking universe was doomed from the start.

Don't you fucking dare try to tell me you did something noble, or that it was justified because the world committed some fucking great injustice to you. Not a single thing in the fucking world is fair, you grubfucking asswipe. You want friends? Be motherfucking friendly. You want your moirail back? Act like a fucking troll, not a goddamn wiggler throwing a tantrum.

DO YOU EVEN FUCKING LISTEN TO THE GRADE-A SHIT THAT OOZES OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MOUTH?

[wweh]

[Eridan cowers... he can't run, no, he's too frozen with fear to even try. He can't even attempt to explain himself even further...he just... cries. He certainly feels like the absolute worst troll alive right now. There was no way to not face it. This guy... he really was right about every fucking thing he said. He feels like he actually owes him something, for a change. He says the two words hardest for him. Not for what he did, but because that's all he felt he could say.]

I...it.....I'm the fuckin' worst...I'm sorry.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan snarled at him, and the sound was mostly feral growling than actual words. Something in the back of his mind stirred, flooding his mind with a murderous urge to hurt and rent and kill. It almost took him by surprise. He wanted so badly to let go. So badly. No one would care, because it was Eridan. At least that was universal.

Eridan let out a sound that was more liquid violence and blind rage, than anything else, and vanished in the next heartbeat, flinging himself to another time. When there was no one there to take it out on. He left Eridan standing alone there, while he suddenly found himself standing in the same place, at an entirely different time. He didn't even remember how much he'd move or in what direction. He'd just gone.

He crumpled against the wall where Eridan had been standing - would be standing? - pressing his forehead against it as his knees gave out, and broke down shaking like a leaf. That had been close. That had been so fucking close. The rifle and the shovel clattered on the ground as he curled himself into a tiny little ball and keened. He laid there, panting harshly and battling the insanity drenching his mind like miasma, until he head footsteps.

Then he took his weapons and jumped again. He had to keep moving, he had to keep his mind working on something that wasn't violence and anger and shit, shit, shit.

Focus, Eridan. Focus. You can't afford to fuck this one up.

He let out a slow, labored breath and for the third time, leaped. This time it was controlled and graceful, as he had a specific time in mind. He decided to leave Eridan well alone for now, lest the stupid grub provoked him into a rage again. For now. Later, he would talk to him. Later. When he wasn't going shithive maggots and the slurring voice in the back of his mind stopped telling him how nice it'd be to just fucking set the world on fire.]

[wweh]

[Eridan blinks... left alone to stew in his own thoughts... That certainly was a thing that happened. Fuck. Maybe he really is that bad that not even himself wants to deal with him... He'll probably thank him down the road... it's never been more clear to him that he needs to not fuck this one up, either. Otherwise this is going to be a very, very painful stay.]