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towerofanimus2013-01-06 04:45 pm
chronomancer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-06 04:45 pm
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[OPEN/CLOSED] A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
Characters: [AU1] Eridan Ampora, [AU1] Equius Zahhak and YOU!
Setting: First dormitory floor showers [CLOSED to Equius], Forest floor.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eridan emerges from a month of hermithood with the firm conviction that he's not gonna fuck shit up again and the certain knowledge that he's definitely going to fuck shit up again.
Warnings: Sad, stupid boys being sad and stupid and maybe angry, too. Standard Eridan warnings apply: make him angry and he'll shoot you in the head.
[Showers]
[The one thing... one of the things Eridan really liked about the Tower - for some values of "like" anyway, was the free access to water and the showers. The showers were nice. Helped one think and keep thoughts in order, or at least put those thoughts in some semblance of order, anyway. It was relaxing, was what he was getting at. And for the past month, he'd worked very hard to relax.
He'd also spent most of the past month murdering things and avoiding people, out of fear of what he could do to them if he didn't. Which meant a lot of showers to get rid of grit and grime and monster innards at the end of the day, even if the day wasn't the real day he was supposed to be in. He was tired though. He was tired of running away and trying to purge the violence only made him realize the pit in the back of his mind was deeper than he originally thought, because he just didn't run out of will to kill shit. He didn't stop feeling angry. He can't hide away forever though. Can he?
Of course he can't, that'd be stupid.
So now there he is, muttering to himself - hot words being Equius, sorry, care and sorry - as he towels himself dry and starts getting dressed. He really... needs to talk to Equius, doesn't he? He does. He owes him an apology for snapping at him like that. An apology for a lot of things, really. Since there really doesn't seem to be much activity around this time, Eridan walks out of the stall shirtless and toweling his hair, wanting to use the mirror by the sinks to study a gash on his back that he got about a week ago. He's not expecting anyone else to be around, clearly, it shows on his posture.]
[Forest floor]
[If you're walking about the forest floor, you might notice a long, long grey scarf hanging from a tree about eye level. And if you follow it up, you'll find a taciturn troll sprawled on a branch with a riffle on his lap and a bunch of carrots. That's he's eating. Raw. Just chilling out there, occasionally flicking a bit of carrot at a squirrelly forest creature. No biggie.
Eridan's taking babysteps to relearn this whole social interaction thing, okay.Baby steps. Someone knock him off the stupid tree, please.]
Setting: First dormitory floor showers [CLOSED to Equius], Forest floor.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eridan emerges from a month of hermithood with the firm conviction that he's not gonna fuck shit up again and the certain knowledge that he's definitely going to fuck shit up again.
Warnings: Sad, stupid boys being sad and stupid and maybe angry, too. Standard Eridan warnings apply: make him angry and he'll shoot you in the head.
[Showers]
[The one thing... one of the things Eridan really liked about the Tower - for some values of "like" anyway, was the free access to water and the showers. The showers were nice. Helped one think and keep thoughts in order, or at least put those thoughts in some semblance of order, anyway. It was relaxing, was what he was getting at. And for the past month, he'd worked very hard to relax.
He'd also spent most of the past month murdering things and avoiding people, out of fear of what he could do to them if he didn't. Which meant a lot of showers to get rid of grit and grime and monster innards at the end of the day, even if the day wasn't the real day he was supposed to be in. He was tired though. He was tired of running away and trying to purge the violence only made him realize the pit in the back of his mind was deeper than he originally thought, because he just didn't run out of will to kill shit. He didn't stop feeling angry. He can't hide away forever though. Can he?
Of course he can't, that'd be stupid.
So now there he is, muttering to himself - hot words being Equius, sorry, care and sorry - as he towels himself dry and starts getting dressed. He really... needs to talk to Equius, doesn't he? He does. He owes him an apology for snapping at him like that. An apology for a lot of things, really. Since there really doesn't seem to be much activity around this time, Eridan walks out of the stall shirtless and toweling his hair, wanting to use the mirror by the sinks to study a gash on his back that he got about a week ago. He's not expecting anyone else to be around, clearly, it shows on his posture.]
[Forest floor]
[If you're walking about the forest floor, you might notice a long, long grey scarf hanging from a tree about eye level. And if you follow it up, you'll find a taciturn troll sprawled on a branch with a riffle on his lap and a bunch of carrots. That's he's eating. Raw. Just chilling out there, occasionally flicking a bit of carrot at a squirrelly forest creature. No biggie.
Eridan's taking babysteps to relearn this whole social interaction thing, okay.
shhh, it's okay
[He glowers a little.]
And yet somehow, in true fucking Ampora fashion, if there's a way of screwing shit up, despite statistical impossibility, I'll fucking find it.
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How you're thinkin' is screwin' yourself out a' everythin'.
[Eridan moves to another tree, leaning his back up against it.]
I fucked up, an' felt miserable, but you know what I did? I fuckin' apologized an' went on with it.
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[He runs a hand through his hair.]
I still. Haven't. Stopped.
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You can start by goin' over there an' doin' what you need to. At least show your quadrants that you're around an' they know where to find you. Apologize, too.
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[He huffs.]
I'm not... I can't go find them when I'm still half gone.
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What where you thinkin' when you killed Fef?
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had we actually still been together I probably would a' not killed her an' I would have been a bit more... level.
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[There's a feverish quality to Eridan's rant. Nobody understands, of course they don't. That's the point. No one does. No one ever does.]
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Though I was more angry at Sol than her...I still feel horrible for killin' her.
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[Eridan swallowed hard.]
I have so many reasons why I hate hurting people, Eridan. And then I get angry and forget all of them. And I know I'll regret it but it feels so fucking good. You had a piss poor reason for the shit you pulled, but you had a reason.
[Eridan smiled, with entirely too many fangs in it, a decidedly predatory slant to his lips.]
I don't. Now tell me again I should ask my quadrants to be around when I can't even remember how much I don't want them dead.