Open! Eridan's intro post

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

Characters: Eridan Ampora and anyone who feels inclined to encounter him
Setting: Dormitory hallways/Anywhere you need him, really; late night
Format: Anything you want
Summary: Eridan arrives, prepare to deal with a mentally and emotionally unstable troll.
Warnings: Swearing. Like a sailor. Ha ha ha.

Eridan is wandering aimlessly through the Tower halls and floors. There's a part of him that really wants to find someone he knows but then the other part of him is telling him that what he should be doing right now is hiding in his room in the event that the very same thing is an issue.

He's changed into his regular clothing, at least, and he has his longest scarf wrapped around his neck and presumably collar in a slight bundle. He's also not really paying much attention to where he's walking. He seems pretty zoned out.

Comments

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ not much going on here. just some adult trolls. people watching. not like they got much else to do around here.

they see you, Eridan. but they're not going to comment. not yet. ]

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[Adult trolls. If Eridan wasn't so lost in his own self-pitying haze, he'd be wary of you two. As it is, he nearly walks past them. And then glances. And frowns.

At which point he IS wary because, what the crap, adult trolls, what the fuck are they even doing in the same area as him?]

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ and now that Eridan is looking their way? with a look of caution?

a wide, manic grin grows on both of their faces. sorry, their collars are also pretty visible. ]

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[The worst part about these adults is that they look familiar and Eridan doesn't know why. Because obviously, he doesn't know any adults. Let alone twin adults.

But, being Eridan, he's going to react with his usual tact and decorum.]

Wwhat are you fuckin' lookin' at?

gawd!

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ Pollux moves his head a little to the left, still looking a little amused. ]

Ithn't it obviouth who I'm looking at?

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ while Castor moves a bit to the right. ]

You're the only one in the hallwayth right now.

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[....what. No, WHAT? Seriously? Duality. Stupid double horns, stupid fucking LISP.]

You're fuckin' tuggin' my fins. Seriously, Sol, wwhat, you fuckin' split in half wwhen you greww up?

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ The two of them get up, completely in sync. even their footsteps mirror each other as they draw closer. Pollux to the right. Captor to the left.

circling. ]

Hehehe. Ith that really tho hard to believe?

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

It doesn't make any fuckin' sense. [He turns his head, in darting movements, trying to keep an eye on both of them.] You're evven more of a freak like this.

1/2

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

A freak, huh?

[ and see how their hands have glowing with that FAMILIAR psionic energy? ]

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ and sorry there, Eridan. they're picking you up and hoisting you into the air. ]

That'th not very nithe at all. Whatever happened to rethpecting your elderth?

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[ARRRGGHHRR.]

You're not evven fuckin' really my elder it's just this place, noww are you gonna put me dowwn or do I havve to evven you out to the regular number a' you again?

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

I don't know if thith reaction ith better or worthe, flipping out like a fish out of water.

[ hehehe. ]

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ hehehe. ]

Theeing how our Eridan getth? Thith one ith loadth funnier. Jutht like KK.

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[Twice the troll. Twice the hate. Oh well, he gave them a chance, guess they must be serious.

He decaptchalogues his Ahab's Crosshairs and vaguely aims it at the one on the left because that's how he's holding the rifle right now.

And then his finger closes on the trigger and he fires.]

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ the shot being fired off gives them a start. concentration shot, they drop him. ]

The fuck!? Are you shithive maggotth!? You could have killed one of uth!

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[Eridan flails momentarily before landing heavily on his back, hard, which knocks the air out of him. He sits up, trying to catch it back, speaking a bit breathlessly.] You're fuckin' jokin'. You nevver had any fuckin' trouble wwith my rifle before.

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ and, sorry, Eridan. they're using that psionic power to keep Eridan pinned to the ground... preventing another incident like that. ]

Maybe becauthe we've never theen that thing before.

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

And you're too denthe to realithe that we're not Tholluckth Captor.

Shit, we're not even from the thame reality.

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[...okay, he guesses he's lying down again, stupid psionic-powered trolls.]

You nevver told me nothin' different. I fuckin' get it noww, alright, let me up.

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

You know what they thay about athhuming, right?

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

It maketh an athh out of you!

[ nope. not letting you up. ]

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[Eridan strains to push against their powers. It doesn't work. So he glances at his rifle, and pulls the trigger again, sending a blast across the floor, right by one of their stupid feet.]

Fuckin' let me up, I'm wwarnin' you gutterblooded freaks!

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ Pollux moves to the right and Castor to the left. they don't look happy at all. so those psionic powers? just... going... to tug away that gun from that webby little hand. ]

Nope. Not until you behave.

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[You can try. >| He's clutching it ridiculously hard, fingers looped around it, shoulder strap looped over his head.]

You're not my fuckin' lusus and you're a pair a' mustardblooded freaks not evven wworth my fuckin' time. Wwhy wwould I listen to a thing you say?