[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]

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[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---

[/RECORD SCRATCH (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRp_mVi969I)]

What the fuck did you just call me?

[wwaterboy]

[After what? AFTER WHAT?! Eridan hasn't done anything that would have drawn the attention of Karkat Vantas, has he? He even works for the palace, for Sollux Captor. That has to count for something, right? He's no feral violent blood who's gone off his meds. He's an Agent. There's even a little bee pin on his shirt to prove it.

And oh great, apparently he's also fucked up by not using Karkat's title. Eridan has another moment of panic piled on on top of the general terror, and he cringes a little.]

Sorry, wwell, wwhat do you wwant me to call you? I'm not up on all a the means and wways a addressin' highbloods, and um, particularly you. Sir.

SOB SORRY THIS IS SO LATE

[cancerousnubs.livejournal.com]

[You are confusing this tiny troll so very much, man.]

...Either your sponge is cracked or you're from another one of those fucking offshoot timelines. Oh my god, I can't believe YOU of all people are mistaking me for a highblood.

baw, it's OK

[wwaterboy]

[It's okay, Eridan is confused, too. But at the word 'timelines' he blinks slowly and his fins come up a little. Of course this isn't THE Karkat Vantas. It's just A Karkat Vantas.

His eyes drop to the grey symbol, and then up at Karkat's eyes again, uncertain and nervous, but relaxing]

Right, I...forgot. Wwhere I come from you're revvered as the second comin' a the Sufferer. [He almost spits on the floor at that name, then decides against it] Uh, and the hemospectrum is flipped from wwhat you're probably used to. The sea dwwellers wwere ovverthrown sevveral hundred swweeps ago.