towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters:

dualscars and whoever wants to pester him.
Setting: Floor 10.
Format: Starting off with brackets, but I'll match.
Summary: Dualscar copes with the Condesce's decision of equality. Poorly.
Warnings: R for Raging Douche.

Scenario A ⇨

["equality."

for anyone else, the situation that had arisen wouldn't cause as much distress as this. but this is dualscar: so naturally, it affected him ten times worse than was called for. even if many of his theatrics were intentional, a lot of them... were not.

it wasn't the fact that he was, the signless, but more the fact of how. what did the mutant -- no, monstrosity, the mutation was not favorble to his survival in the least -- think he doing in addressing the empress so forwardly?

but then she'd agreed. put him on the same level, thrown away the heirachy completely, and everything that made him better than the other with what he assumed to be a single syllable. he couldn't fathom that they were to be equals in that regard. he didn't want him to be even within the same room as her, building, land, let alone speaking freely to her, and her seemingly not minding it--

it made him sick. a feeling no amount of slaughter could alleviate, no matter the size of the enemy or the viciousness of it or just how slowly he dictated the creatures' demise, it wouldn't let up. the guns aches his shoulder now, the friction of the cutlass in hand rubbing his hand raw. the water feels heavy, not soothing as he'd hoped it would. he swims on, searching for a new target.

but red.

they all bleed fucking red.]

Scenario B ⇨

[ahab's crosshairs leans against the bench, the sword lies bloodied scarlet upon the floor. it spreads slowly across it, intermingling with the spilled salt water, and there is not only red, but drips of rich violet hues as well.

the orphaner sits at the same bench, hunched over with his elbows on his knees. presumably in rest, his bare chest heaving as he catches his breath, tiny rivulets of seawater running down his scarred face, neck, shoulders, swimshorts, legs-- finally to the floor as well.

but there are a few new gashes that momentarily halt him in his brutal excursions. scratches here and there that look to be more of an irritation than anything, but then the most noticable one along the side of his torso. from below his shoulder blade to just barely missing where his gills begin it runs; the wound itself ideep and jagged, swelling with a little more blood everytime he inhales.

not that it's of any more concern to him than any of his other wounds are; this one just bleeding heavily enough so as to need it to stop before he immersed himself in the water again. no need to attract hoards of the unwelcome, after all.]

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[During the previous month, when only a sickly sweet buffet was available, Eridan was incredibly pleased by the appearance of the aquarium, and even after real food returned, he continued visiting the place. Why not? He didn't have to interact with anyone else except for during breakfast.

Naturally, he didn't expect to practically swim into his ancestor through the cloud of fish. Shit. He kicked sideways to put a decently sized fish between Dualscar and himself.]

[unexpected for the both of them, then. glub. despite his hideously foul mood, he can't help but be somewhat pleased with his descendant's appearance, and the opportunities this opens up for the both of them-- except, well, when eridan kicks a fish between them.

in one swift motion, he skewers it through the middle with his sword, a cloud of blood blossoming from its gaping wound as it swiftly ceases in its movements of undulation. he tears it off, casually, then propels himself forward to make a move and grab for eridan's scarf.]

[Trying to backpedal, kick himself away, Eridan's long scarf is fairly easily grabbed by his ancestor. Oh god. He can't take it off, HE CAN'T. Not to mention his gun is useless in close quarters.]

[if eridan does indeed have his gun with him, expect dualscar to let go of his sword completely; for it to drift languidly down and away from the intertwined two. he pays little attention to it, instead opting use his newly freed hand to grab the rifle-like part of the crosshairs and deliberately tilt it away from him.

not the least bit trusting in his protege, not in the least.

with the younger one's panicked backpedaling though, it should make it somewhat easier for the scarf to loosen and eventually tear free. after all, he's not exactly attempting to strangle the other.]

[One would imagine, and if he didn't have his neck swathed in it, perhaps it would. As it is, he's drawn up short by it and he brings up a hand to pull at it. It's making it even harder to breathe and he's a little bit suffocated to begin with. He captchalogues the gun into the one card the place let him bring, if it's going to be useless. He doesn't want Dualscar taking it and turning it against him.]

Wwhat do you wwant?!

[giving him a flat look. he's going to try his darnedest to hold eridan still and just have him listen, as he believe he wouldn't otherwise. though, he had been aiming to take the crosshairs from him, he'll have to attempt another time.

maybe.]

Wonderin' why you're tryin' get away from me. That, and you shouldn't have anythin' to hide.

[said pointedly.]

[Eridan stops trying to kick away and lets himself drift very slightly closer, enough that he's not strangling himself.]

Wwell I didn't knoww wwhat your purpose wwas, you came at me wwith your swword.

[if he were one for rolling his eyes, this would be it. in place of that he's going to try and unravel the scarf from around eridan's neck, as yanking it about clearly hadn't sufficed.]

You put an obstacle between us. I only tore it down.

[Eridan kicks against it but ends up going in a little spiral around as the scarf unravels.]

Wwhat are you doin' that for?!

[he keeps his hold on it steady, claws nearly tearing into its fabric, and continues his efforts no matter eridan's protests.

a smile.]

What is it? Deformed gills?

[because honestly, he couldn't think of anything else that would be needed to stay hidden. well, he could, but he'd rather think sollux was just a little too vanilla for that type of violent endearment.]

Are yours fuckin' deformed? No! Wwhy is this so important to you?!

[He grabs at it and tries to tug back but it comes away from his neck all the same.]

[it's not, really, he's just being a douche. he lets go of the scarf, however, when it's completely and finally unraveled. the smile had turned itself into a frown, and one of slight puzzlement at that.

because he sees nothing that he would've thought as something to hide.]

What a waste.

[The phrasing is COMPLETELY SUSPECT to Eridan right now. He darts and grabs his scarf before it can drift away, and winds it back around his neck.]

Wwell?!

[he doesn't seem particularly keen on attempting to analyze eridan's emotions any further, thus doesn't. dualscar briefly looks away from him, distracted enough to eye a nearing shark in a sort of warning glare, before looking back to his descendant.

to say he's putting on a show of extreme disinterest (however genuine) wouldn't be too much of a stretch.]

Yes?

Is that all you wwanted to do? I thought you said you'd changed your mind about givvin' advvice! Havve you changed it back?!

[he raises an eyebrow at him, then scowls. it says something along the lines of: keep the attitude up, eridan. see what happens.]

And you wish for advice on what, exactly?

Anythin'! All your advvice! [Eridan is looking grumpy/unsure.] Didn't you say I had to do somethin'?

Indeed...

[goodness. the first matter of advice? respect, fucking learn some. but then again he is his descendant, he's unsure what else he could have expected, really. except he still held those standards to him.

dualscar further ignores the question to dip downwards, looking round for the sword he'd dropped earlier-- and, aha. hilt hidden behind a bit of coral reef a little ways away, its blade resting in the sand. he begins to move toward it, assuming eridan would come in steed.]

I did.

[Eridan is going to EXPLODE. He swims semi-furiously after his ancestor.]

So are you gonna expound upon it or wwhat?

Edited 2011-10-20 02:55 (UTC)

[dualscar barely keeps the sneer from making itself known, grabbing at the cutlass and easily pulling it free of its entombment. ceasing his swimming, he alights upon the sandy bottom of the aquarium to stand.]

Would you still follow through with it if it meant your defeat?