[OPEN] you waste your time with hate and regret

[chronomancer]

Characters: Jade!Eridan Ampora('s half dead carcass) and YOU.
Setting: Floor 12.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Nobody told Eridan sleeping in this cold is a bad, bad idea. What did you expect from him? He knows how to survive extreme heat, not extreme cold.
Warnings: Jadeblood popcicles. Jadeblood popcicles for everyone. Also Eridan sliding down the slippery slope of murderously batshit crazy, yay.

[Watching the universes ending and stars imploding and the whole thing... it's rather soothing. Sort of. Eridan was in dire need of soothing things, to put his mind back together. He'd intended to maybe sit there for a couple hours, watching the stars dying, and trying to calm himself down from an abrupt, nonsensical rage that even he could tell was irrational. He'd been pushing down a bubble of hysteria for the better part of four days now, mostly because hysteria meant bad, bad things for all involved, but maybe if he went at it slowly, it wouldn't be so bad. Because meltdowns totally work that way, obviously. Though even he had to admit that he couldn't keep on pretending everything was right and peachy. Putting on a smile and going through the motions was getting almost physically painful, but he didn't want anyone to get hurt. (And of course, being a responsible troll and asking Jade for a feelings jam was not an idea that occurred to him, either, because what is doing the right thing, haha, you must have confused him for someone else, Eridan Ampora never does the right thing unless Paradox Space has him at metaphorical gun point about it.)

Eridan watched the cycles of destruction repeat over and over again, while he tried to put order to the mess that is his head, but it wasn't long before he started feeling sleepy instead. Not really knowing any better, and given the alternative was thinking more about Rei and such, he started nodding off, fueled by the cold.

Which is why you'll find him tucked away in a corner of the room, face buried into his knees, arms around his ankles and limbs already stiff. The sleeves of that jacket have been brutalized already, but hey. At least there isn't a single bloodstain on this floor.

Yet.]

Comments

[chronomancer]

Go fuck yourself elsewhere.

[He's not embarrassed, he's just getting progressively angrier. You're not his type, sorry.]

[divinitysoiled]

[And she laughed, followed by coughing]

And if I prefer not to?

[chronomancer]

Then I guess we'll find out the sound a succubus skull makes when exploding, won't we.

[divinitysoiled]

Is that a threat? [And that's an animal's growl.]

[chronomancer]

[No, no, honey. This is how an enraged and deranged growl sounds. You ought to snarl along with it, too. Bare some teeth, make sure your eyes are positively crazed.]

I don't fucking threaten.

[Yeah, that'd be a rifle in his hand. Wanna test your luck?]

[divinitysoiled]

[She watched him, no fear in her eyes. While her world didn't have guns, she was relatively sure she would heal quickly from whatever he did. Catarina just watched him, then-]

Good. I had worried you were pathetic.

[chronomancer]

[While slow for his usual dexterity, given the cold, rather than answer her verbally he just snaps up the rifle aiming for her head with deadly accuracy.

Because why not.]

[divinitysoiled]

[She dodged just fast enough to keep her head from being blown off, smiling the whole time]

Very good! Though, what is that you have? [Can I has it]

[chronomancer]

Good aim.

[But the next shot didn't come from the Eridan in front of her, but one several feet behind her. And hey, what do you know, there seem to be a few others hanging out in the shadows, looking somewhere between determined and livid. Yay, wanton abuse of time powers.]

[divinitysoiled]

Oh my. [She purred, looking around] I've been teamed by all sorts of creatures, but never by multiples of the same person all at once. This looks like it would be... fun. [A sway of her hips gets across what she means]

However, have you noticed you are no longer a miserable lump?

[chronomancer]

[Yeah, no. He wouldn't appreciate the remarks if he were lucid enough to understand them. Right now all he wants is her dead. So most of those Eridans are shooting at once, and if they kill a few of themselves in the process, it doesn't matter 'cause they were doomed anyway and he can always make more, right?]

[divinitysoiled]

[She's rather acrobatic. Really acrobatic]

[And she's grabbing the one that was a miserable lump and getting him out of there]

[chronomancer]

[That's only enraging him more. But the moment she grabs him, he slashes at her with his claws before pulling out the shovel. You're hitting so many of his do not want buttons that even if he weren't a murderous ball of murderousness, he'd be pretty fucking pissed off already.]

Don't fucking touch me.

[divinitysoiled]

[She ended up having to let go of him because fuck claws and shovels] Then move you pathetic sack of shit! Before you get your dumb self killed!

[chronomancer]

[He laughed at that. He laughed as he vanished, the moment she let go of him, and those Eridans that weren't splatters of green gore shot at her. One of the others was now him, because the alpha endures, the alpha survives. And the rest just paint the walls.

Eridan doesn't think much about whether he lives or dies, right now. In case you couldn't tell. Sorry, Catarina. :C]

[divinitysoiled]

[She dodged, barely, her arm getting a graze hit. She didn't let it show how it hurt, however, just instantly started to run for the stairs while mentally cursing the insane and suicidal]

[chronomancer]

[...were you trying to make him laugh? Because he's laughing pretty hard. It might sound like he's screaming, somewhere underneath that, but that's probably just a trick of sound, given the chorus of laugh. Haha, murder's funny, ain't it?

But hey, at least when she gets to the staircase, they stop shooting.]

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina stopped when they stopped shooting, turning to look at him. Her demeanor was still calm, not frightened of him. Merely... interested.]

Time or space magecraft?

[chronomancer]

[Shoot me again, Eridan! Is that what you said? That's totally what you said. At least one would guess so, given their reaction.

Yeah, you ain't getting anything out of them, sorry.]

[divinitysoiled]

[She laughed as she absconded, amused by the reaction. Trolls certainly were interesting!]

[chronomancer]

[It's a veritable effort to not try and chase after her, it really is, but he manages.

Barely.]