[Open Log]

[wwaterboy]

Characters: AU Eridan, OU Vriska, and Open!!
Setting: Somewhere in the tower, feel free to choose. He's travelling down the stairs for lunch.
Format: Either is fine.
Summary: Eridan is out and about. Meet him! Also Vriska is going to try to feed him to spidermom.
Warnings: Nothing yet. Eridan's foul mouth is certain to be found here.

[Hoarding food can only take you so far. Eridan's still not really talking much to his roommate, mostly because he's a bit resentful that Taiki took a flying leap off the tower with Eridan on his back. Stupid weird paranoid crying kid who claimed to fly but didn't even have wings and stupid Eridan for believing him and stupid tower for existing. He misses Feferi so much his wind tube hurts.

So anyway, he can't ask Taiki to bring him food anymore, so that means he has to go down to the cafeteria. But. He's not scared. Eridan Ampora doesn't get scared. He just doesn't want to have to deal with all this weird glubbing shit.

He is climbing down the stairs, head held high and a very 'come at me bro' look on his face. If anyone wants to give him shit for existing or something, he is so ready]

Comments

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

[Oh! Oh! Guess who wants to give him shit for existing! Luckily Kanaya is a bit more polite than that. boo Her politeness makes it so that when she passes him the hall way she doesn't completely ignore his existence!]

Good morning, Eridan.

[wwaterboy]

[Oh look, a Jadeblood he's never seen in his life. As they walk past, Eridan's eyes flick towards Kanaya just long enough to hit her symbol, then quickly flick away. He doesn't realize it, but his head goes down a bit and his shoulders up, his stride becoming more of a scurry.

The Jades are sometimes the worst, all stuckup even though they're not even highbloods themselves, and always with something to prove. Practically gold. Practically worth something, but not.

The quiet greeting - and his name - stop him in his tracks]

How the fuck do you knoww my name?

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

[She's noticeably surprised at the question. He looks like Eridan, has the name as Eridan, and has the same accent as Eridan, but doesn't know who she is. The tower has played with time and space enough to know that there are alternates around here. Obviously this Eridan is one of those]

Forgive me, I did not know you weren't the Eridan of my timeline. May I ask where you're from?

[wwaterboy]

[He gives her the squint-eyed, suspicious look of someone wondering what your angle is. Why is she being so polite?]

So you knoww that highblood asshole vversion a me I'm guessing?

[isnotagiraffe.livejournal.com]

[Taiki is coming up the stairs and freezes when he sees his roomate. He had been actively avoiding him, only using his room for sleeping in and only because he started to feel ill after a few night of trying and failing to sleep in the corner of the library.

He bites his lip the moment he sees him, because its been weeks and he still hasn't apologised. He... he had never killed anyone before, he couldn't kill anybody not unless his king demanded it. But technically even though he had died as well it was his fault. He had made the decision and tried to fly away and take Eridan with him so it was his fault the troll had died.

Did that make him a murderer? Before he had chosen Gyousou, when he still couldn't transform he had began to doubt that he was even a Kirin and now... He knew that being a Kirin was just what he was, but he was not sure he deserved to be one. He had taken his roomate to his death and he had ordered Gohran to kill... Gohran had killed on Taiki's orders.

So he completely understood if his roomate never wanted to talk to him again, after all Taiki had been nothing but rude to him before taking him to his death. To make matters worse he couldn't find Keiki anywhere and he worried that his friend had disapeared for good.

Taiki realised he had been staring stock still on the stairs staring at the troll with wide eyes.] So...sorry.

[wwaterboy]

[Eridan pauses to stare for a moment. Taiki hadn't really been rude, to his mind. But the nervous look was so different from the paranoid fear that Eridan had become so used to, that he could really see the difference now.]

Wwhat'd you say?

[isnotagiraffe.livejournal.com]

[Taiki shuffled his feet a bit, and wrapped himself further in the gigantic cloak he was wearing.]

Sorry... I'm really sorry... for being rude to you and... [His voice drops and he sounds like he is going to cry] For killing you...

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[Vriska's ready for this. Her first kill for her- no, Karkat's lusus. She can still taste bile at the idea of returning to this gruesome routine. She's trying to be better, but it doesn't work. No one will let her, everyone keeps forcing her hand and the results are always terrible for her (and probably everyone else, but let's not think about that).

She's been putting this feeding off for over a week and Spidermom won't put up with going unfed longer. If Vriska doesn't do something soon, she's going to be the meal. And that's not acceptable.

And that's why she lurking in the shadows, eyes narrowed, poised for an attack. Finally! Someone passing by. She means to leap out and deal a blow to the victim swiftly. That plans comes to an abrupt halt once she catches sight of the horns and sees who it is. While she's positive Eridan has done plenty to warrant getting fed to Karkat's lusus (not that she's looking for people guilty of crimes anyway), feeding a troll to her would be a Bad Idea.

But now she's out in the light, she can't just cut away. That will look suspicious. Plan B, make small talk and then find another victim.]

Hey Ampora.

[wwaterboy]

[Oh. Eridan stops as a troll suddenly emerges from the shadows, his eyes narrowing, and then widening with horror and shock as he sees--

Wings.

On a fucking blue blood.

His eyes narrow. Because if there's one thing Eridan hates, it's someone who's better than he is, and that's pretty much everyone]

Wwhat do you wwant, dirt-- uh. Wwhatever.

[Maybe dirtmuncher wasn't a good insult for someone who could fly. He'd have to think about that one.]

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[Well. That's not the reaction she was expecting out of Eridan. Was that horror? What was that about? Did he know what she'd been planning to do? Shit. If people already know about Spidermom, her cover will be blown quicker than she'd like it to.

But she doesn't let that uncertainty show, and simple cocks her head, smirking in his direction.]

Well, well, aren't you in a terrible mood? What's the matter, Ampora? Did someone reject you again?

[cancerousnubs.livejournal.com]

[Hey, someone else is also heading down for lunch. Karkat's the best at giving people shit for existing, too! He's still not completely over what the jackass did (and especially doesn't realize there are now two jackasses). When he nears Eridan, he rolls his eyes and can't help but comment.]

What the fuck is that face for? You look ready for a fight.

[And he'd better not be.]

[wwaterboy]

[Oh. It's Karkat Vantas. Finally someone he actually knows, except that's really really bad.

Eridan looks him up and down, his eyes shifting into a look of deep panic and his fins snapping back flat in terror, though he struggles to keep his expression casual. What is he supposed to do? This guy is practically as important as the Empress - more important if you're real religious. And he seems to have a problem with Eridan.

Why the fuck does he always get himself into situations like this?]

Uhhhh, no, no vviolence here. I'm just wwalkin'! I'm not lookin' for any kind a fight, I swwear. Highblood.

[Shit. That made him sound about 9000 times more suspicious, didn't it.]

[cancerousnubs.livejournal.com]

Right, like I can fucking trust you after---

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What the fuck did you just call me?

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

As always the sight of Dualscar's features gave Ψiioniic a moment of pause, even though the troll he was looking at was a bit too young to be his former master.

He was also too old to be the Descendant that Ψiioniic had met before... Eridan, wasn't that his name? That one had been decent enough to him, and was Sollux's kismesis besides. But this new sea dweller was an unknown.

Still, Eridan had been decent enough to him, so Ψiioniic approached this one cautiously. "Are you new?" he asked, keeping his voice low and eyes down so that the sea dweller hopefully wouldn't take offense at being addressed by a low-blood.

[wwaterboy]

For one wonderterrible moment, Eridan thought it was Sollux. He quickly covered his amber spade-shaped ring on his left hand with his right - fuck, why had he taken to wearing it, only it was sort of comforting, though he'd never admit it - and opened his mouth to make a scathing sort of greeting.

But when the goldblood addressed him, he closed his mouth again and frowned. This couldn't be Sollux. Not his Sollux, anyway, because there was no way he would look so subservient and hesitant talking to him.

"Not neww enough," he said, his tone wavering uncertainly between belligerent and confused. "You're not my Sollux, are you?"

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

Ψiioniic's shoulder's hunched at the belligerence, though he stubbornly held his ground. He was getting better at standing up to high-bloods, he WAS. He just needed to keep practicing. And not talking with Dualscar or the Condescension for practice.

"I'm not Thollux at all," he corrected the sea dweller. "I'm his Ancestor, the Ψiioniic. There ith a Sollux here, but he's, um, quite a bit younger than you, and... well, there'th a sea dweller his age that altho looks like you. Are you Eridan, then?" That was good... he'd rather deal with a different version of Eridan than a different version of Dualscar.

the shit for existing, it's endless

[begin0peration.livejournal.com]

[sup, Fran's been slacking on her 'investigate trolls' quota lately, and you have fins

she didn't know they could have fins]

Well, hello~.

[have a weird stitched-up maybe human
she looks way too curious]

That's the way it should be for Eridans

[wwaterboy]

[Blink. Woah, you look a bit weird. Weirder than usual for aliens, anyway, and that's saying something. For an instant he thought those bolts were horns, but they're just some strange kind of decoration. Okay.

And she seems pretty happy to see him. He gives her a look, as if she's interrupting something important, but he'll deign to give her some time.]

...Hello.

[begin0peration.livejournal.com]

[Just decoration. Definitely.]

You're one of the trolls, correct?

[Redundant question, but for all Fran knows there could be a completely separate type of alien that looks like trolls-with-fins, like all those human-but-with-funny-ears aliens on Star Trek.]

SUDDENLY, HOOMANS.

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

[So there goes Eridan, walking down the stairs, looking pretty serious-business like he's all in control of everything. Which he never is. And coming up the other way is Ienzo, who doesn't pay him very much mind because oh look, it's a troll, he's seen quite enough of those. The kid isn't looking very good, though; he's obviously been lacking in the sleep department, and generally looks much more openly sour than normal. So Eridan, instead of a passing glance, has earned himself a glare for -- you guessed it -- existing.]

GOSH???

[wwaterboy]

[What the fuck. He's just walking here, and suddenly he's getting the death glare from hell from some pale-haired alien he's never even seen before.

He glares right back and follows it up with a demonstration of maturity and politeness.]

Wwhat, you'vve got a fuckin' problem?

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

[Eridan is probably lucky that Ienzo isn't feeling up to nitpicking. Otherwise he might find himself on the receiving end of a long lecture on maturity and politeness from a four-sweep-old alien. For right now, he's just getting a lot of grumbling.]

...have you?

Late to the party as always /sighs

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

[Prussia had been heading up the stairs, after being in the tower for a few months now he's getting used to the routine of walking stairs, but he's still not used to the trolls. Even though he has on of the Karkat's as a roommate. Of course his musing is broken when he notices Eridan and the fact he has gills, which immediately reminds him of his run-in with dualscars.]

Oh shit, he spawned mini hipster trolls.

[wwaterboy]

Wwhat?

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

You. You look like a taller guy with scars on his face and a stick up his ass. Heard of him?