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

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[AUGH, instantly alert, already decaptchaloguing his Crosshairs and whirling around in a swirl of purple cape.]

Oh, it's you. I thought you fuckin' turned me down. [He hefts the rifle on his shoulder, finger hovering over the trigger.] I shoulda knowwn you'd change your mind, Pinkscarf.

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

...Wait, what?

[She blinks a few times before shaking her head. NO TIME FOR THIS TROLL BULLSHIT.]

You killed Kanaya, you miserable waste of existence.

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[Oh.] Yeah, and then she came back an' killed me. Full fuckin' circle.

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

I don't care. You still don't deserve to be here alive.

[There's a wand aiming at your face.]

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[And a rifle pointed at you, Rose.]

Wwhat makes you think you're the one wwho gets to decide that?

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

You honestly think you could beat me, Ampora? You won't have the opportunity for cheap shots like you did back home.

I don't fight nice.

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

No, I'd much rather stand here and let you fuckin' kill me wwarmbloodedly wwith fake magic, a' course I'm fuckin' fightin' you! [His eyes are a little bit darty and nervous, but whatever. He's got this sorted. Clearly.]

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

[That was enough for Rose.

And in the blink of an eye she's blasting at Eridan with her wands, hovering a few feet off the ground, dark energy pulsating around her.

Fake magic indeed.]

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[The moment he sees the energy coming at him, he shoots back, all he needed to make him do it.

The only problem is, he's not sure how long he can hold this. Rose's wands are, he's discovering, definitely more powerful than his rifle weapon. He could really do with Kanaya not having snapped his Empiricist's Wand. He grits his teeth, anyway, bracing his feet and looking for a way out of this.]

how do you want this to end so I know where to go with it? :3

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

[And the shot is deflected with a burst of energy from one of the pair, its twin flicking forward to shoot another blast towards Eridan. The aura around Rose was darkening with each shot fired, eyes shining dully.]