[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]

Oh. Well, you know. Something you don't feel like telling anyone else? Like, something you want to keep to yourself, for whatever the reason.

[heavenscorpse]

Talking to people gets you closer, though.

[chronomancer]

Yeah, but respecting people's right for privacy gets you even closer. I mean, there're things people only tell others they trust, so you know you're close to someone when they tell you their secrets and such.

[heavenscorpse]

Oh! I see, I get it now. That makes sense.

[chronomancer]

Mhm. So you know. You're allowed to keep secrets if you want, and to share them with people you trust.

[heavenscorpse]

Thank you for helping me out again.

[chronomancer]

It's no problem, really.

[So not looking up from these rifles, woo.]

[heavenscorpse]

Am I distracting you?

[chronomancer]

Oh no, it's alright.

[There's an awkward pause here.]

I don't mind your company.

[heavenscorpse]

I don't mind yours, either.

[chronomancer]

I'm glad.

[He doesn't quite believe you. But please don't take it personally, he doesn't even believe his boyfriend or his girlfriend when they say that.]

[heavenscorpse]

Do you spend a lot of time here?

[chronomancer]

Not really, but it's a good place to do this.

[Cleaning rifles, he means.]

[heavenscorpse]

Oh, I was hoping I could catch you here again.

[chronomancer]

Oh. Uh, if you're looking for me, you're more likely to find me around the media floor. Or the meadow floor.

[There's a small pause.]

Sometimes around floor thirtieth too, but if I'm there you probably don't want to talk to me.

[Since he's busy killing things there.]

[heavenscorpse]

Okay! I'll look for you in those places.

[She nods, determined to keep up with her new friend.]

I spend a lot of time on the safer floors of the tower, too.

[chronomancer]

Yeah, it's best not to look for trouble, huh?

[heavenscorpse]

I can't handle it. I don't know how to fight.

[chronomancer]

Oh. That's unfortunate. There's a lot of dangerous places here.

[...how does one. Not know. How to fight. Okay, maybe it's his Alternian background showing but. Okay, not everyone can master a weapon but. Punches and kicks. Hell, bites. AGGRESSION. How does one not know how to do that?!]

[heavenscorpse]

[I'm a plant! :D]

Mhm, so it can get very scary sometimes. But it's all right, really.

[chronomancer]

[So is she!]

You sure?

[heavenscorpse]

Uh-huh. Even if I get hurt I'll come back, right?

[chronomancer]

...that's. Not the point.

[STARE]

[heavenscorpse]

Oh, then what's the point?

[chronomancer]

Not... getting hurt?

[WHY IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION. WOMAN, LOOK WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO HIM.]