[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]

I have.

[He nods.]

That's the human's planet, right? Some of my friends are from there.

[heavenscorpse]

There are a lot of humans here, it's very strange. But not a bad thing. Oh, but I like trolls too.

[chronomancer]

Heh.

[He smiles at her, lopsided.]

I don't know, I guess there must be a lot more human worlds than expected. Maybe it's just statistical.

[He cocks the rifle a little, checking it's back in place.]

Does your world look like Earth?

[heavenscorpse]

Not very much. No plants grow on it and there are no animals. The planet died a while back and humans live on only through technology.

[chronomancer]

Oh. That sounds... rather harsh to survive in.

[He's sympathetic, though. He doesn't come from a flourishing jungle, himself.]

So the humans from your world are a space race?

[heavenscorpse]

No. Travel to other planets was never invented. Humans are probably going to die out soon, because they're under assault.

[She brightens up just a little.] They're... doing really well so far, though?

[chronomancer]

Oh, that's too bad.

[He shrugs a little though.]

It's just the way things go though. I mean, universes eventually end and all. But yeah, at least here they seem to be doing alright.

[He snorts.]

Better than most trolls I know that's for sure.

[heavenscorpse]

It's natural. Humans aren't supposed to outlive their planets. But, I'm sad for them anyway. They're such a beautiful species.

[chronomancer]

...in my world they're technically supposed to, but I guess those rules don't apply everywhere else.

[Eridan shrugs a little.]

They're... alright. A little weird, but I guess that makes them interesting.

[heavenscorpse]

Well, the planet didn't think so. And that's why it asked for help from the other planets, and that's how the whole war got started. I guess you'd call it a war, is it a war if one half is made up of eight creatures who don't have the ability to think?

I'm not very good at using every word yet. It's all so complicated.

[chronomancer]

[That did not make a whole lot of sense, just for the record. But he's not sure if he should ask more, so he shrugs.]

You're doing pretty well so far. At least I think so.

[heavenscorpse]

Thank you. I'm trying, but some things are really complicated to explain. What do they say, um, 'you had to be there'.

[chronomancer]

Heh, don't worry, you're talking to someone who gets that very well.

[He shrugs.]

[heavenscorpse]

But, can I still make friends in this tower despite that?

[chronomancer]

Of course you can.

[Eridan snorts.]

If you can't explain something, or you just don't feel like talking about it, just don't. Being friends doesn't give people the right to poke their nose into your business and try to squeeze every last secret out of you.

[A small pause.]

Plus, you're pretty nice, I don't see why someone wouldn't want to be your friend.

[heavenscorpse]

Thank you, Eridan. I like you too - will you be my friend?

[chronomancer]

Sure.

[He smiles at her, keeping flippant about it but just barely.]

Who wouldn't want to be friends with you?

[HE JUST LIKES HAVING FRIENDS OKAY. Also, he hasn't done this in a while. It's nice.]

[heavenscorpse]

Well, some people. One person threw me out the window. A few times.

[chronomancer]

[Stare.]

...what.

[heavenscorpse]

It's okay. I have wings, so I didn't get hurt or anything.

[chronomancer]

[Staring.]

But throwing people out of a window. What the hell.

[heavenscorpse]

He was kind of a grumpy person.

[chronomancer]

...That's kinda an understatement...

[Srsly.]

[heavenscorpse]

But it's okay, he warmed up to me eventually. So don't worry.

[chronomancer]

If you're sure.

[He frowns a little.]

Promise I won't throw you out a window.