[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]

Well.

[Terezi. Man. Terezi. HE'S GOT THOUGHTS ABOUT HER, but Karkats tend to not take nicely to thoughts about Terezi. So yeah.]

Never really met them, myself. Except Aradia. And I think Aradia doesn't count, what with the dead thing.

[papshooshing]

[ blink. blink. ]

Aradia isn't dead, Eridan.

[chronomancer]

I know she's not.

[He shrugs.]

But from what she told me, being dead throughout everything made everything better when she came back to life. I wouldn't know, it sounded weird. But I think she has a point.

[papshooshing]

I don't know the details of it, personally. What I remember is that she was like a fucking hollow shell and then when she was alive again she was just all sugar and shit.

[chronomancer]

She was nice...?

[Awkward blanket statements, yay!]

[papshooshing]

"Nice" as in cheery, I guess. I didn't get to chat her up too much.

Was sort of reoccupied by dead best friend on the ground and getting a pail to the goddamn face.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan makes a small, choked noise at that because, what.]

...she seem legitimately nice to me, when I got here. Was kind of freaky, considering what my own Aradia was like but.

[A small pause.]

I kind of miss having her around sometimes.

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat is quiet for a moment. just gonna pull his legs up and hold around the knees. look as pissy as he can about it too. ]

I kind of wish all of those bulgesuckers were around.

[chronomancer]

[There's a long moment of silence.]

...yeah.

[A sigh.]

Me too.

[papshooshing]

Wow. We're kind of depressing fucks.

[chronomancer]

Sorry.

[Being depressing and a fuck is kind of his running shtick.]

[papshooshing]

What are you apologizing for?

[chronomancer]

[Shrug. What do you mean he doesn't need to apologize for everything ever?]

...force of habit.

[papshooshing]

Yeah well. Stop it.

[ shudders because ew. ]

[chronomancer]

[Have another shrug. He can't make any promises about that.]

Yeah.