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towerofanimus2013-02-02 09:16 pm
chronomancer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-02 09:16 pm
[CLOSED/OPEN] No words can heal a broken heart
Characters: [AU1] Eridan Ampora & [AU1] Equius Zahhak; Eridan Ampora and YOU.
Setting: Meadow floor (closed/backdated to the January event), Floor 64 (open/current)
Format: Starting with action but I'll match you.
Summary: Two logs for the price of one, lmao so I don't flood the comm: closing up aged up shenanigans, Equius is displeased and Eridan is about to learn just how much. Also back in real time, Eridan finds a deliciously tempting slice of home.
Warnings: Violence and swearing for the Equius log. Eridan being actually honest and pathetic and stupid, for the open one.
[Closed: Meadow floor.]
[He wasn't tired so much as he was trying to hibernate. He wasn't entirely sure trolls, undead or otherwise, actually did the whole hibernation shtick, but he could at least try. Save up his energy. Make his last feeding last. He was pretty sure things didn't really work that way but he was lazy and this was a good enough excuse. So there he is, as long as he is, lying on his back and sunbathing in the meadow without a care in the world.
Not that he didn't have cares. He had a lot of them, actually. But if he started thinking about all of them he'd probably implode. Or go on a rampage. Or both. Really, it was for the best of everyone involved, if he just laid there, soaking up sunlight and carefully thinking of nothing in particular.]
[Open: Desert floor.]
[It's so familiar it hurts, really. The heat, the sand, the occasional blast of wind. It's probably a bad idea to head out, and given the last few terrible ideas he's indulged lately, mostly as a result of the experiment last month, Eridan resists the urge to go.
But he wants to, dear god, he wants to so bad.
He's curled up on the sandy floor, barely two steps off the staircase, staring aimlessly at the distance and quietly drowning in nostalgia. He's never really stopped to sit down and miss life before the Game... but now he does and the wave of homesickness is almost entirely too much to handle.]
Setting: Meadow floor (closed/backdated to the January event), Floor 64 (open/current)
Format: Starting with action but I'll match you.
Summary: Two logs for the price of one, lmao so I don't flood the comm: closing up aged up shenanigans, Equius is displeased and Eridan is about to learn just how much. Also back in real time, Eridan finds a deliciously tempting slice of home.
Warnings: Violence and swearing for the Equius log. Eridan being actually honest and pathetic and stupid, for the open one.
[Closed: Meadow floor.]
[He wasn't tired so much as he was trying to hibernate. He wasn't entirely sure trolls, undead or otherwise, actually did the whole hibernation shtick, but he could at least try. Save up his energy. Make his last feeding last. He was pretty sure things didn't really work that way but he was lazy and this was a good enough excuse. So there he is, as long as he is, lying on his back and sunbathing in the meadow without a care in the world.
Not that he didn't have cares. He had a lot of them, actually. But if he started thinking about all of them he'd probably implode. Or go on a rampage. Or both. Really, it was for the best of everyone involved, if he just laid there, soaking up sunlight and carefully thinking of nothing in particular.]
[Open: Desert floor.]
[It's so familiar it hurts, really. The heat, the sand, the occasional blast of wind. It's probably a bad idea to head out, and given the last few terrible ideas he's indulged lately, mostly as a result of the experiment last month, Eridan resists the urge to go.
But he wants to, dear god, he wants to so bad.
He's curled up on the sandy floor, barely two steps off the staircase, staring aimlessly at the distance and quietly drowning in nostalgia. He's never really stopped to sit down and miss life before the Game... but now he does and the wave of homesickness is almost entirely too much to handle.]
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[He can't help but laugh a little because seriously. There are only so many people you could have a conversation with like this about Striders that would completely understand it.]
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[Eridan makes an effort to joke around, affecting himself with a snotty, smarmy voice.]
It's a well documented phenomenon.
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[Snooty scientists.]
And my clipboard because comparing notes without one of those is a damn travesty.
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[Snotty, smarmy voice is too much for him, so he goes back to deadpan. You simply cannot outdo Eridan Ampora when it comes to deadpanning. He's simply the best there is.]
Perish the thought of making you revise your data on Striders without the proper equipment. It would be a fucking scandal, is what it'd be.
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[John isn't particularly good a maintaining either of those things for too long, so he's back to his default of grinning in no time. Though, he falls silent for a little while, leaning back a little on his hands and staring out at the stretch of sand before them.]
So why the desert?
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I used to live in one, back home. You know, before the game and stuff. 's nice.
[There's a significant pause.]
...well okay, no. It was a scorching death trap crawling with zombies. But. You know. It was home.
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[Nobody ever told him that Alternia had desert zombies. Probably because he never really talked to Kanaya...mostly because she wasn't actually in Johto for very long.]
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[Eridan gave John a conspiratory look.]
Worst. Neighbors. Ever. Let me tell you.
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[A chuckle.]
Tell me you at least killed a few of them.
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A few. Yeah.