Eridan Ampora ♒ chronicAugustus (
chronomancer) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-01-13 08:52 pm
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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.]
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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'Didn't even die or anything.' Eridan, what the fuck?
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[Eridan shrugs.]
But if I bite you I will piss him off again and then someone will die and everyone's gonna be pissed for a week. So. You're right, fine. I'll have to go without delicious candy red this morning.
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[Eridan gives Karkat an almost demure look.]
I always ask first.
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[Eridan arches an eyebrow.]
's the difference between friend and buffet?
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[He doesn't sound sorry at all.]
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[Eridan smiles innocently.]
I just don't lie to my friends, hon.
[This is a hideous, preposterous lie, by the way. Eridan lies to everyone.]
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Enjoy sucking someone else.
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I'll let Equius know you send your regards.
[Yeah, he went there.]
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[Leering.]
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Proper? Half of that shit belongs in skeevy areas where you have to park in the back to avoid being seen lest your reputation suffers from it.
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You make it sound like I'm making you watch porn, darling.
[LEERING]
Is that a hint?
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[ probably more than that but... ]
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