[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]

[But there WERE literal rocks involved!]

Giant rocks hurling from space. It's ridiculous when you think about it.

the incentive i'm giving myself to finish my work is icon time until then REUSING ALL THE ICONS

[moonbound]

[HE DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS A THING. Giant space rocks man. Does that mean the moon's gonna up and kill them all?]

...I guess.

[His science education is sadly lacking. As is his education in general, really. His friends have been working on the 'teach him shit as we go along and it comes up that he doesn't know about it' theory. He makes a mental note to ask Aya later.]

that's a good incentive! Good luck with your work!

[chronomancer]

Eh. What's done's done anyway.

[Except he's Eridan and he'll never ever let it go, but of course he's not telling you that. Or anyone else who doesn't already know. Man, he's such a filthy fucking liar, it's a miracle you can't smell the bullshit on him, wolf-boy.]

So it's not that terrible, I guess.

[moonbound]

[Sadly his magic nose does not extend to detecting lies, at least with scents he's not familiar with. He doesn't know your tells, man.]

...can't say I know anything about giant space rocks, whatever they're called, but it sounds pretty bad.

[chronomancer]

[He's got no tells. Really. Except he's got all the tells, which is why he's got no tells. It's Complicated.]

Asteroids is the word you're looking for.

[Eridan offers half a smile.]

I guess it's pretty bad for those stuck there while it happens. But it's not on my top ten worse ways to die. Pretty effective on the genocide area though.

[moonbound]

[Everything you're involved in seems to be Complicated, Eridan.

Filing that away. His vocabulary expands every day! Pretty awesome considering he started out practically nonverbal.]

...it's kinda fucked up that you have a top ten.

[chronomancer]

[It's hard, okay. It's hard being a melodramatic self-pity black hole and nobody understands.

Eridan snorts and shrugs at him.]

You die as much as I do, and then tell me you don't end up having your top tens about pretty much everything.

[moonbound]

[Aya might! Y'all should sit down and talk sometime. Potential vampire angstbucket, actual vampire angstbucket, it'll be great.

...if your definition of 'great' is the exact opposite thereof, of course.]

I dunno, my top tens usually involve living-thing stuff. There's accepting shit that happens to you and then there's that, man.

[chronomancer]

[Them you add the bit about Eridan being a tool with a bias against anything 'undead' and then we've got fireworks in the making.]

A sense of humor is a good thing, in a place like this.

[S H R U G]

[moonbound]

[Oh boy. Lots of fireworks.]

If you say so. Haven't exactly been around long enough to know for myself.

[...still doesn't think that indicates a sense of humor so much as a sense of fatalism. If he could distinguish between them in that manner.]

[chronomancer]

I have.

[He sighs a little.]

You'll get used to it.

[moonbound]

Imagine so. Not exactly the first time my life's been turned upside down.

[You seem to be way more doom and gloom about it than Ken feels is good, though.]

Won't ask if it's really that bad, 'cause I can smell the bad on this place. Obviously it is.

[chronomancer]

Might be the first time it stays that way though, so be careful.

[Despite all the doom and gloom, the wish for wellbeing is actually sincere. Eridan dislikes it when people get hurt for no reason.]

It's all relative, they value a personalized experience apparently.