[OPEN] How much of it's genetics? How much of it is fate?

[chronomancer]

Characters: jade!Eridan & YOU! 
Setting: Workshop
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eridan emerges from his self-imposed exile for a while to clean his rifles.
Warnings: Eridan's deadpan. Potential violence if he gets pissed; lots and lots of rifles. Gamzee. Gory, ironic death via Gamzee. Goddammit, Gamzee.

[He started off with one. And then he doomed himself a few times. And well. It wasn't like he could just let them go to waste, when they started piling up.

Laser rifles need a different type of maintenance than the usual kind, but it's still maintenance in the end.

So there's a sullen troll, half hidden behind a pile of guns, carefully cleaning one by one. It's a methodical and repetitive process, but it's not like Eridan seems to mind too terribly. He's just minding his business, but hey. Maybe if you ask very nicely, he'll give you one.

Maybe.]

Comments

[chronomancer]

No.

[Eridan paused a moment to look at Rei before going back to work.]

[terreifying]

Why not? I promise I know how to shoot one. I won't cause any accidents.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan snorts.]

It's not about knowing how to shoot. It's about knowing when not to.

[terreifying]

I won't fire it unless there's a giant monster around. How about that?

[chronomancer]

[He stares a little.]

...you're kind of terrible at being convincing, did you know that?

[terreifying]

Nope! What if I told I work with guns a lot? I use them to fight monsters sometimes.

[chronomancer]

That doesn't really tell me why I should give you one, though.

[terreifying]

Because if there's any giant monsters, I won't have Go-kun to fight them off anymore.

[chronomancer]

And what if I gave you one and you decided to start shooting people instead? It'd be my fault.

[The problem is that everything is always his fault.]

[terreifying]

[She actually looks confused now.]

...Why? I'd be the one who shot them. It would be my fault.

[chronomancer]

Because I was the moron who gave you the means to do it.

[terreifying]

You didn't know that I would shoot someone with it, and the gun would be in my possession. I'd even admit that it's my fault

[chronomancer]

Just because it's my fault doesn't mean it's not your fault too. And viceversa.

[terreifying]

How about I make you a written agreement? Whatever happens with me and these guns will be only my fault.

[chronomancer]

I'll think about it.

[He's still thinking no. Doesn't even know who you are, man.]

[terreifying]

Okay, so how do you want it written? I mean, I can use fancy words, but I don't really like to use them.

[chronomancer]

[Dryly.]

Oh, I don't know. But you might want to put your name on it.

[terreifying]

Rei Ayanami. It's spelled R-e-i, space, A-y-a-n-a-mi. You'll know it when you see it on the paper.

[chronomancer]

...right.

[WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING TO HIM. Sob. Human interaction, how does it work.]

[terreifying]

[Oh silly. Even if you knew about human interaction, you'd still need another guide on Rei interaction.]

[And that would read like Time Cube.]

What about you? Do you have a name?

[chronomancer]

[Eridan sighs again and finally puts down the rag.]

Yeah, I do. Name's Eridan.

[WHY ARE YOU SO WEIRD.]

[terreifying]

Okay. Since you have so many guns, I'll invite you along next time I go monster-hunting!

[chronomancer]

Er.

[Staring.]

...sure?

[WTF]

[terreifying]

Yay! We'll be the best of friends and kill monsters together! I should show you my other friend Tohko too! She's awesome! Ooh, and Sayaka and Rise and Illya too!

[She sticks out her hand, expecting him to shake it.]

[chronomancer]

Uh.

[sdflkjghsdlfg HE NEEDS AN ADULT, HE NEEDS AN ADULT, WHAT THE HELL.]

...sure.

[After a moment of hesitation, he tentatively takes the offered hand.]