towerofanimus | [OPEN] I guess that I don't need that though

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[OPEN] I guess that I don't need that though

Characters: [AU1] Eridan Ampora and OPEN!
Setting: Workshop.
Format: Starting with Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Nearly fifty years later and Eridan still sucks at this sewing thing.
Warnings: Heavy handed sexual innuendo, attempts to make your characters uncomfortable, lewd bad jokes, Eridan being as trigger-happy with that gun as ever. Also Eridan being the troll-equivalent of a vampire, so expect him to glow if startled and shamelessly ask if he can bite your characters.

[There's a jadeblood sitting on a workbench, struggling with thread, needle and a really long, red coat. He's grumbling at it, squinting between each stitch and occasionally growling ferally at it. Sunglasses stuck on his hair, which is still black and green, Eridan seems to be slightly absorbed with his task. The short sleeve tshirt he's wearing is not very well suited for the cold, at least not without his coat, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's no longer wearing his sign on it, as it's just plain black with a small detail in yellow lines near the hem. His sign is now on his pants, black as well, stitched in jade along the lower part of his right leg. Shame the whole thing is dirty and slightly stained by blood and things you probably don't want to know the origin of. Rifle is, as always, resting by his side, an easy snatch away.]

Every fuckin' time, I swear...

[He shakes the whole thing in frustration, as he's once again, stabbed the underside of a claw with that needle. You'd think he'd be better at this, given how long he's been here. But nope. Some things just never change.]

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[Eridan puts a hand on the coat and then vaults on the table to catch Equius head and steal a kiss. If Equius weren't four fucking feet taller than him, he'd just need to lean in, but given that his matesprit is on the gargantuan side of thing, these kind of little things quickly turn into not so little things if one ain't careful.

Nonetheless, ought to properly give thanks and mind his manners, after all. Or Equius will get annoyed at him again. Besides, what's a little smooching between matesprits. It's not like Eridan's trying to cope a feel. ~~The table's in the way for that, unfortunately.~~]

[Can you feel him judging you, Eridan, through the lips? Motherfucker, you just jumped onto a less-than-sturdy table. With a lot of small pointy objects on it. In extremely close proximity to your uncovered hand. Just in case Equius could possibly have needed any more evidence to suggest that his matesprit was the single most braindead troll in the Tower, well, he had it here. As a matter of fact, he could also make a very good argument for “single horniest troll in the Tower” as well, but there was really no one for Eridan to compete with in that category. He was just too much of a hideous shit.]

[And yet, that didn’t seem to be much of a problem at all, judging from Equius’ reaction. He made another unimpressed ‘mmph’ in the back of his throat, as usual, when Eridan decided to try some dumbass new thing to get over the height difference (or just for kicks — sometimes it was hard to tell). Still, one way or another, Eridan had a very clear objective in mind here, and Equius was hardly in a position to tell him no.]

[So, fine. You get your kiss for the day, Ampora, you beautiful piece of shit.]

[He can feel the judgment. When aren't you judging him, really? But c'mon, Equius. It's just a rickety table and some needles. He's not gonna die from that. Being already dead kind of helps with that a bit, makes him harder to dispose of. You need to learn to live a little. And the fact your undead matesprit is the one who keeps telling you this should be a clue that maybe you need to look at your life and your choices.]

Don't hmph at me.

[Eridan grins, still nose to nose with Equius, teasing without a second thought.]

I'm just being polite and offering my sincere thanks for your generous assistance.

[Can you tell he's talking out of his ass? Because he's talking out of his ass. Mostly. He presses another small peck to Equius' cheek before standing up on the table, shrugging the coat back on.]

Lemme go find breakfast and then we can go see why Reality's fucking itself sideways again, alright? No sense in rushing into things unprepared.

[See? He can be sensible! Even if rushing into things unprepared is his best skill.]

[Oh, he's well aware that you have passed the mortal threshold already. He'd have to be an idiot not to. But that doesn't mean that he can't still look after your undead well-being, because heavens know you won't, and apparently one moirail just isn't good enough. For that reason, even if you did have a point with the whole "live a little" campaign, he wouldn't be inclined to listen to you anyway... mostly because your idea of "living" could very well equate to bludgeoning a monster and fucking its dead body. You just never know.]

Well, you could certainly do to learn better ways of showing your appreciation. Running around kissing everyone you're indebted to is a very bad idea indeed. [For many reasons, not the least of which being -- for the second time today -- you do have a matesprit.]

Fine. Meet me on the bottom floor in an hour. [Obviously they wouldn't be eating together, as there were no bottles of blood offered in the back rooms. Eridan, of course, has his internal sense of time to keep him on track (assuming he hasn't lost it from that emission)... and Equius built a mechanical pocketwatch because he is dapper as shit. WHAT NOW.]

Not everyone I'm indebted to.

[He has the gall to look offended at the suggestion. Then again, for all Eridan enjoys tormenting people with sexual innuendo and inappropriate trolling, he does have a matesprit, thank you very much. Best matesprit ever, everyone else's just jealous 'cause they can't touch this. He pouts a little.]

Just the cute, irresistible ones. Which at this time in the Tower happen to be down to one in number.

[He grins teasingly, nonetheless.]

An hour, on the spot. Gotcha.

[He's just gonna go and find someone to feed on ~~possibly someone psychotic and highblooded while he's at it~~ and Equius won't have to worry about it at all.]

[Sometimes you concern him, Ampora... well. Alright. A lot of times you concern him. But then you pull shit like that and even through the many concerns he has for the safety of you and the people around, he has to just fold his arms and chuckle a bit. Hey -- Equius has improved in one area over his time in the Tower. At least he can take compliments now. And for all that your attempts to fuck with him fall flat, sometimes they actually work out as desired.]

Don't make a mess.

[...And then he bids you farewell with something like that, and the moment is gone.]

[Eridan grins in delight at that little chuckle. It's not his fault he adores you so much, okay, he can't help it. Making sure Equius doesn't collapse into a singularity of negativity is a task in and of itself, alright? But not one Eridan minds terribly. He crosses his heart.]

Undead abomination horror, I mean, honor, I promise.

[He watches Equius go and then shrugs on his coat, snuggling a little into it before he sets out to find his own meal. Regardless of the results of his hunt, however, he's at the cafeteria five minutes to the hour. For all his faults, and they're many, one can never say Eridan Ampora is anything other than scrupulously punctual at least.]

[That's always been the big challenge with Equius, the negativity singularity, hasn't it? He's gotten a lot better over the years, thanks in no small part to a certain bag of bulges who has dragged him gracelessly through more or less his entire life. And he feels very indebted to the bag of bulges for his efforts, even if he rarely shows it.] I wasn't aware rainbow drinkers had a code of honour, or at least one that ought to be followed.

[And when Eridan arrived in the kitchen, Equius had gone and cleaned up everything he'd used in the past hour. It would be a lie to say he didn't miss cooking random shit for Eridan, particularly during the times where he obviously needed it; at the very least, becoming dependent on no one but himself for food had taught the jadeblood to keep a better eating schedule. So maybe the need to force food down Eridan's throat had lessened. But, as both of them had pointed out many times, Equius' primary purpose in life was to make things, a lot of things, for people, a few people who were deserving of them. He knew it would be pointless to give Eridan something now; with all the time he had, he wouldn't have stopped drinking until he was good and full. But he was going to. One of these days.]

Good hunt?

Edited (ICONSSSSS) 2013-01-16 03:51 (UTC)

Interesting hunt.

[Suckiest part of being undead is the lack of waffles, no lie. It's one of those things he misses sometimes, when his mind is quiet enough to even focus on things like that. Most of the time, he's pretty comfortable with his current lot in life. Then again, he exists in a constant swing between mania and depression. Like one long fall, indefinitely delayed, so it looks almost like flight instead. In Eridan's case, being lucid is the perpetual fall. He can see the floor he's still aiming for and the inevitable crash that'll come when the fall ends. But in the meantime it's manageable. Little bits and pieces of the world that still make sense. So long as he keeps falling, swinging and swaying and almost passing off as something not entirely deranged. He's inoffensive until he's not, a little reckless and very unpredictable at times.

This whole fucked up time mess is a good example. He's not worried or angry or scared. He's fairly entertained. He'll be until he stops being and then someone might die. Or not! Who knows what'll happen? He could, if he wanted to skip ahead, but there's little fun in that, anyway. It's all about the fun, after all, and the moment. Eridan lives in the now, these days, because he'd self-destruct if he didn't.]

Very... interesting hunt.

[He grins at Equius, fangs scrupulously clean - it's impolite to smile at your matesprit with bloodstained teeth. Makes him all the less likely to let you steal a kiss, too.]

I take back my earlier statement. They didn't use a chainsaw to do the assraping. I'm thinking they used something bigger.

Did they now? [He applies almost no intonation on this question, only enough to ensure it comes across as an actual question and not just Equius being Equius, emotionless deadpan Equius. He knows that he’s not the easiest to deal with on a daily basis, and Eridan could probably have earned a few medals for all the bullshit he’s gone through in his name — so whenever it seems appropriate, Equius tries to cut people some slack from himself, being unable to get rid of the muted air of creepiness and terror that surrounds him.]

[See, he’s not completely a horrible vortex of pain and suffering. Only mostly a horrible vortex of pain and suffering, in much the same way that Eridan is only mostly a murderous undead psychopath. Some people have problems like that, and for the ones who are worth staying with in spite of them, one just has to persevere.]

Well, what did you find out in the wilderness?

[Equius has to take a moment every so often to just... look at Eridan. Appreciate him. For all of the things he could say about this jadeblood, there had been plenty of times over the course of their lives where Equius could have easily — and more important, justifiably — left Eridan in the dust, and yet he never did. There was a reason for that. And maybe he can’t shove waffles down Eridan’s throat like he could in the olden days, or do a lot of other things that had been lost after they stopped being optimistic and stupid and young. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t still do other things that had the same intended effect. So as he talks, Equius walks over to Eridan (rifle and all) and swamps him in a quite uncharacteristic hug.]

[Maybe he’s just feeling particularly sentimental today.]

Weeeeell~

[Eridan grins, bright with a bit of a savage thrill, gesticulating somewhat.]

They've done something interesting for a change, if fucking stupid as all hell, because--

[He finds himself cut off by the hug, suddenly wrapped in warm yellowblood. Eridan's breath hitches slightly before his arms automatically shift to wrap around Equius' waist. The purr rumbles from deep in his chest, loud and clear all the way up his throat. It's a reassuring sound, a tad possessive maybe, but mostly signaling that Eridan's attention has shifted focus exclusively to his matesprit to the exclusion of everything else.

Eridan doesn't deserve Equius and he knows it. He doesn't deserve anything he's got, and he doesn't think about it or act on it much, because there's nothing he can do about it except try to not make it worse. But he knows. And because he knows, there's nothing really that he could deny Equius if he asks for it. So he nuzzles against Equius' chest, affectionate like a cat, and doesn't ask what's wrong, if something's wrong.]

[Equius always found it amusing, the huge variety of noises that Eridan’s body could muster. No one would ever expect him to be capable of purring like a cat, after all, and yet here he was, about as quick to start up the engine as a real feline would be. There was something endearing about that. And it showed, too; if Eridan happened to look up at Equius’ face, he would find that — far from being concerned about something — he was actually smiling, very widely and a little bit strange on such his normally-scowling face, and not at all mindful of the slightly malicious undertones. He’d gotten used to them.]

[So no, nothing’s wrong, Ampora. At least nothing that they haven’t already discussed. Come to think of it, he probably should have let Eridan finish before pulling this... hmm. Well, nothing to be done about that now. Time for plan B. Equius hooks his arms to rest on Eridan’s shoulders, quietly cursing his height; there were definite advantages to towering over almost everyone else here, but matesprit affection was not one of them. So he casually shifts his weight and bends in a well-practiced way, managing to get his lips onto the crown of Eridan’s head without too much movement in the hips. And from there it’s just slouching, slouching, and more slouching. Helps to lessen the gap, you know how it is.]

You were saying?

[Eridan smiles at the little gesture, taking a moment to look up as smitten as he feels, pretty much beaming up at Equius. Adoration, you can has it all, Zahhak.]

That as interesting as this mess is, I'd much rather drag you off somewhere private now.

Hm.

[Meanwhile, not many miles and several OOC days away, a certain couple of six-sweep-olds are staring at the walls in absolute terror.]

[Bad Yu-Gi-Oh dubs. Bad Yu-Gi-Oh dubs.]

You love me, anyway.

Not untrue.

Well. That's most excellent news, all things considered.

[Eridan smiles lazily, pressing a peck to Equius' cheek. I mean really. After all that? It'd be shocking news if you didn't love him, Equius. Eridan fusses with his shirt.]

Very enjoyable tangents aside, we were talking about something, weren't we? Before?

[You know. All that.]

We were.

[Equius straightens up again, unfortunately leaving Eridan with the dust below. He reaches out a hand and brushes Eridan's arm, the message clear: Shirt. If you really wanted to make less work for him, Ampora, you wouldn't be relapsing back into that.]

Let's hear what you've found, then.

[Eridan shivers and straightens his shirt one last time, folding his arms instead so as to keep his hands still.]

They've dragged people from different times into the same place. Only... there aren't any doomed selves or clones. It's like they've rearranged the pieces. Pretty fucking weird, if you ask me.

[He shivers.]

Then again, Time management here has always been fucking sloppy, since they don't use alphas and such. Not really sure what's the point of dragging people about, though.

[Aren't any... hmm. That's weird. Cause of death for a million timelines, also, but definitely weird. Equius nods thoughtfully.]

Do you think it was intentional?

I haven't decided, yet.

[Eridan makes a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat.]

I want to think it is, because this is tower wonderfuck and when is shit that happens to us not intentional? I haven't run into a single double or so and most sound like they're from their own time. So it seems too careful to not be intentional.

[Eridan folds his arms over his chest.]

On the other hand, there's always a tiny, tiny chance this was some freak accident of what the fuckery, so. It'd be more interesting if it were an accident, but a lot more complicated to fix, though.

[Let him run his claws through his hair.]

Bluuuuuuh, thinking about this is hard.

Well, there was the whale.

[It's kind of ridiculous how much of the Tower's shenanigans he remembers, and there was quite a lot of it that had been done on accident -- by, say, the admins slipping up. Or a giant whale. You know. There were giant whales too.]

But if it seems organized enough to be intentional, then I suppose we have no reason to disbelieve that it is.

[He just nods at Eridan's complaining. Bluh indeed. It certainly seems like a big goddamn mess, though perhaps Eridan only has one half of the story.] It affected me strongly as well, remember. Do you think you would benefit from me returning with you and seeing what I can sense?

Oh god, let's not talk about the fuckin' whale.

[Eridan shivered. So many not nice things associated with the whale. He frowns though.]

Perhaps. I'm not sure if I can get us to the precise moment it happened though. But we could try.

[Another shrug.]

If you find it necessary... and think you can do it.

[Eridan nods.]

's gonna be a bumpy ride, is all.

[He offers a hand.]

But let's try.

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