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

[chronomancer]

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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[terreifying]

Or rather, you haven't yet.

[Because as far as Rei could see Eridan always got into trouble. Or, rather, Rei got into trouble. When it came to Eridan, it was like trouble stalked him and then, at the right time, dragged him into it coat-first.]

So, how many years has it been for you?

[Though she's asking as part of her survey to see what was going on in the Tower, she doesn't really expect an answer. Like Rei, Eridan aged rather slowly.]

[chronomancer]

[He smiles innocently at that. Because there's no right answer to that, that wouldn't be incriminating. The smile turns predatory, however, at her question. Entirely too many fangs in it, but he's amused. He likes it when people are smart. Saves him the trouble of breaking their necks and getting them out of the way.]

Twenty four sweeps... lemme do the math that's...

[Hang on a second...]

'bout fifty two human years? Give or take, I could be wrong.

[Except we're talking about Time and Eridan's scrupulous when it comes to keeping track of it.]

[terreifying]

[She tries to calculate what that span of time would mean to her and to conceptualize how it would change the other Tower residents.]

Only that long? That's long enough for some of the humans to still be alive, right?

[The beast of the Cathedral had said something about hundreds of years. Rei herself knew that almost none of the humans from when she had first arrived were still alive. Those who were usually had some access to magic or technology that extended their lives.]

[chronomancer]

Linearly? Yes.

[Otherwise... well, otherwise, he's jumped a lot. But that's neither here nor now. He snickers.]

Don't think too hard, hon, you'll break your pretty head.

[terreifying]

Some would call it longer, just going linearly. Even I think it's been longer. What do you make of that?

[chronomancer]

That someone took the timeline, bent it over a counter and then went to town on its ass with something big, rusty and possibly spiky.

[Eridan shrugs.]

Mighty fucking migraine this morning.

[terreifying]

So would you say the Tower did it to everyone's timeline, or just ours? And as for the headache, I had it too. Just a little. Nothing worse than whatever else I've felt since living here.

[chronomancer]

Maybe. Depends on how they're managing timelines. They don't do alphas, you know? It's shoddy time management.

[Eridan snorts.]

And that's a real insult, coming from me.

[terreifying]

...Don't get too angry at them when this is all over, okay?

[She sounds genuinely worried. After all, time is Eridan's special domain.]

[chronomancer]

Oh, Rei, you know me. I never get angry.

[The word you're looking for is murderous. 8)]

[terreifying]

[She nods.]

Then I guess it's not too much to ask that you don't hurt yourself too badly with your reaction. Death is temporary but it's still sort of a drag to wait for your sleep paralysis to wear off.

[She's honestly a little surprised that he hasn't run out of revives yet.]

[chronomancer]

[For some reason, Rei's words cause Eridan to laugh. It's a loud, borderline deranged laugh.

Then again, it might have something to do with his current undead state.]

[terreifying]

[Once side effect of being so long-lived is that you started forgetting what changes your friends had over the years. When she realizes that Eridan is indeed a rainbow drinker now, she joins in with a light giggle.]

[chronomancer]

It's fuckin' adorable when you do that, hon, honest to god.

[And we're back to grinning.]

[terreifying]

Thank you. I think Eridan is cute when he laughs too.

[On her end too, she has her usual smile.]

[chronomancer]

That's because Rei has the best taste ever.

[Eyebrow wiggle.]

[terreifying]

[She makes a face at him.]

Better than Gamzee and Jade?

[chronomancer]

Oh, darlin', darlin'. That ain't a line of thought you all be fucking wanting to pursue.

[terreifying]

Mm, maybe not. After all, our tastes are all too different to be called bad or good on the same level.

[chronomancer]

Among other things.

[You don't compare yourself to his moirail. You just don't.]

[terreifying]

[Meanwhile, Rei didn't quite understand, even after all these years, the concept of having just one moirail. If she had to speak about very, very best friends who could compliment her perfectly, then she had several for different occasions. This was why she slipped up every now and then.]

Is Jade...is she still here?

[The girl was human, so Rei didn't know if she had gone away already.]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan laughs.]

Of course she is.

[He grins. If she weren't around he wouldn't be anywhere near sane right now.]

[terreifying]

[Rei sighs in relief.]

Have you tried asking her how many years it's been? She'd have a good sense of time too, wouldn't she?

[chronomancer]

Don't.

[Oh wow, hi there, icy undertone.]

It'll upset her.

[terreifying]

I understand. I won't.

[She can make do with one less subject if it means not upsetting a friend.]