[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.]

Comments

[chronomancer]

Well, things would be boring without them, right? Plus, gotta admire tenacity.

[terreifying]

The cleanup is a bitch.

[Especially if they, you know, wrecked an entire floor.]

[chronomancer]

It tends to be.

[Eridan grins.]

Sometimes it's an unavoidable part of the fun, though.

[terreifying]

Any suggestions then? On how to get things done faster?

[Since he's made and cleaned so many messes.]

[chronomancer]

Don't start an argument with yourself and don't mix pleasure with business?

[He's ttly serious right now.]

[terreifying]

Not even if they're your evil alternate universe counterpart?

[chronomancer]

Especially if they're your evil alternate universe counterpart.

[You'd think he's talking from experience, giving his tone.]

[terreifying]

[Given that it's Eridan, she doesn't question it.]

Then how do you deal with them? Leave it to other people?

[chronomancer]

[Rei is wise beyond her years.]

Boom, headshot.

[Like you were really expecting a more nuanced answer than that.]

[terreifying]

Coreshot for me.

[Because it takes more than a headshot to kill Rei.]

[chronomancer]

[DETAILS]

...if it comes out of your mouth it still counts as a headshot.

[terreifying]

[She nods.]

Can I do headstabs?

[chronomancer]

Probably. Those just take more practice, I think.

[terreifying]

I've been practicing. Mostly on monsters. But human shaped things are tinier and harder. Guess I'll just practice more then.

[chronomancer]

I'll spare you a few doomselves if you really wanna have some fun.

[He grins at her, predatory. Eridan doesn't say no to murder much these days.]

[terreifying]

Wouldn't that be a little mean to your doomselves?

[In a way, they were still Eridan, even if they did come from different timelines.]

[chronomancer]

If it's for you, darling, we don't mind.

[terreifying]

Thanks. You're a good friend.

[chronomancer]

One does try, darling.

[Leeeeering again!]

One does try.

[terreifying]

I hope you succeed. On one or two things, at least.

[When it came to Eridan, one had to be conservative with hope...]

[chronomancer]

I'm sure I can manage that much at least.

[Ow, Rei. Ow.]

[terreifying]

[A nod, and then she looks down at his coat to see if he's finished up the stitching yet.]

[chronomancer]

[He's done his best with it, for now at least.]

Wanna go play, then?

[Because play is a good misnomer for murder.]

[terreifying]

Sure!

[She lets her finger shift back into its original shape.]

[chronomancer]

Then let's go kill things.

[Excitable puppy! Who's an excitable puppy at the thought of murder? Oh yes, Eridan is.]