[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]

[Success! Eridan grins innocently at that.]

's a good way 'a makin' friends, ain't it?

[He's a troll of simple wants. He just wants to troll the hell out of everyone in the Tower, is that so bad?]

[warriorscribe]

That's...an interesting way to do it.

*As he walks in to sit down, he realizes he's potentially walked right into another one. ...Oh well.*

[chronomancer]

[Eridan's eyebrows wiggle suggestively.]

I'm all up for experimentation, y'know? Shit gets boring after a while.

[warriorscribe]

But experimentation can lead to pain if you don't know what the other person is comfortable with. Likely for you, but possibly for them as well.

[chronomancer]

[THUG LIFE, Enoch.]

Ah, c'mon. A little pain always spices things up, doesn't it?

[warriorscribe]

*Getting into an innuendo battle with a total stranger? Sure why not?*

That would depend on the person.

[chronomancer]

Nah, it depends on how you sell it.

[Have a little leer.]

You just need to have good marketing.

[warriorscribe]

*Yeah okay, just as long as you don't actually creep on him.*

I'm fairly certain you can't sell anything to someone who wouldn't like it in the first place.

[chronomancer]

[...ahahahahahahahahaha, about that.]

And you would be wrong, there. Everyone wants everything, you just need to make them aware of it.

[warriorscribe]

*Yeah, that's bound to not end well when he gets around to it. As it is that gets Enoch to regard the troll with a critical eye.*

Are you only saying that for the sake of this game, or do you believe it?

[chronomancer]

I'm pretty certain of it.

[He grins at Enoch, with entirely too many teeth in it.]

Call it my modus operandi if you must.

[warriorscribe]

*He's seen a troll smile before, he's got the idea.*

...And how do you apply it?

[chronomancer]

Judiciously and unrelentingly.

[There's that eyebrow wiggle again to let you know he's not talking about chaste things.]

[warriorscribe]

*Sigh. This got old fast. Especially since he's trying to take this seriously.*

I meant, what do you try to convince people they want? I can't imagine a merchant would play such games. It would drive away as many as it attracted.

[chronomancer]

[Boo, Enoch. Don't you know that the only way to take Eridan seriously is to not take him seriously at all? ...or was it the other way around? ...Eridan is complicated, alright. And by complicated we mean batshit crazy in ways that redefine the term.]

...well, if you use the same speech on everyone, maybe. This is a very personal art, alright? No shortcuts here, you gotta talk to people individually and tailor each deal. That's what keeps the game interesting, it's never the same.

[He grins.]

It's not about what they want, alright? It's about what you want from them.

[warriorscribe]

*Well he wasn't taking him seriously until that last thing about weaseling people into things!*

I'd say it's about both.