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]

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. ]

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[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?

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ Eridan. Don't make them pry off individual fingers. they will. ]

What'th a luthuth?

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[He is clinging to it with HIS FINAL JOINTS.]

The monster who looks after you and you look after. Wwhy, are you tellin' me you nevver had one? I'm not fuckin' surprised.

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

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Monthterth like that don't eckitht on Thkaia, dumbathh.

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[He hopes you HIT YOURSELF IN THE FACE WITH IT.]

Wwhat does Skaia havve to do wwith anythin'?

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

It'th where we live, obviouthly!

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

All thickthteen of uth. Humanth and trollth.

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

...wweird. [He does some more struggling.] This isn't fuckin' funny, come on.

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

We're being theriouth?

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

Let me UP.

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

Thay pleathe.

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

Please let me up, you disgustin' gutterblooded freaks.

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ they're smiling, Eridan. is that ever really a good thing?

and that psionic pressure? it's increasing. ]

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[OW. It feels like gravity is super powered right now. He lets his cheek fall sideways to the ground because keeping his neck straight isn't worth the effort. He can't even push against it like before, one hand flattened palm up, the other half a fist. When he speaks, it's a bit of a struggle.]

Stoppit.

1/2

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

You shot uth. Twithe!

2/3

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

Now you have to pay the prithe! You want up?

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

Then apologithe! And thay pleathe like good boyth should.

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

Wwell 'm'not evver gonna fuckin' do that so y'can jus' savve your time an' fuckin' let me up NOWW.

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs. ]

A parent maybe? Or whoever'th in charge of the retht of the grubth.