[OPEN] In the back of my head there's a siren that won't shut up.

[chronomancer]

Characters: Eridan Ampora and YOU!
Setting: Media floor.
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eridan's back from his little time out in the land of boredom and jack-fuck-shit-all-to-do, but they're serving waffles in the cafeteria and he needs a few dumb movies to shut up his brain before he braves out social interaction on a larger scale.
Warnings: Eridan.

[Eridan's got this whole thing sorted out. Utterly in control, it's him. You don't even know. He's got about four plates of waffles stacked up and he's curled up on the floor, back pressed against a couch, and there's blankets and really stupid action flick blaring in the screen. Screw you, Zen masters, he doesn't need no stinking peace and quiet to get some inner peace.

Or at least something that greatly resembles inner peace.

By which I mean denial. Very thorough, very careful denial. So yeah, no trauma here, no emotional unrest, no sir. All is calm and chill as fuck, and if you don't agree you can go have a talk with the barrel of his gun, which is coincidentally half hidden under that pile of blankets and within easy reach.

But it's not like he's being paranoid or anything. Of course not. Shut up. He's watching a movie and eating waffles and not going crazy. What's wrong with that?]

Comments

[wrigurun]

Really? Almost everyone solves their problems by shooting each other where I come from. I think it makes things more fair.

But if you just shoot once then it's easier to dodge. And even if you shoot you can just make more bullets.

[She seemed rather perplexed by the fact since it seemed to go against everything she knew about spellcard battles]

[chronomancer]

Oh. Well, I can't make more bullets.

[Eridan shrugged, nibbling on a piece of waffle.]

I mean, I don't even use bullets anymore, which is a good thing because I can't run out of ammo now, but when I first started, I had very little and had to make sure every shot counted. I couldn't afford to make mistakes, back then.

[wrigurun]

You can't? But it's easy! You just think real hard about it and then ba~n!

[She flings one of her arms in the air, leaving a scattering or teal and yellow bullets in it's wake. They seem to flicker out just as quickly]

The difficult part is thinking up good patterns...

[chronomancer]

[Eridan blinks at the display.]

Huh, yeah, I don't think I can do that. It looks pretty neat, though.

[wrigurun]

You can't? Must be kinda frustrating. How do you shoot things then if you can't use those kinds of bullets?

[chronomancer]

Eh, I think I'm too used to it to find it frustrating.

[Eridan shrugged and pointed to his rifle.]

I just use a gun to shoot things. So I don't need patterns, just about a second to take aim.

[wrigurun]

I've never seen one of those before... So that's a gun, right? How does it work.

[She reaches for it without even asking]

[chronomancer]

Whoa there.

[He pulls her out of her reach with a bit of trepidation.]

Careful with that. Already had the top of my head blown open 'cause someone got handsy about my guns. You oughtta be careful about them, okay?

[He shrugs.]

As for how they work... uh, well it depends on the type?

[wrigurun]

[Wriggle snatches her hand back somewhat unsure. Was it really that dangerous? If it could only fire one bullet at a time it couldn't be that dangerous]

The type? Like spell cards and regular patterns? Oh! Or is it like different types of magic items?