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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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[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.

[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.

[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?

[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?

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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?

Wwhat? No.

[Why is she acting like she knows him? And again with the name, when he doesn't even remember seeing this chick before in his life!

He quickly sorts through his memories, with a little desperation. But he's sure he'd remember meeting a blueblood with wings. I mean. That's the kind of thing you remember]

Wwho the fuck are you? Uh, no offense or anyfin, but if we'vve met before, it must a been a real boring incident.

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.

[UHM. Hold the fucking phone, did he just call her boring? Her eyes narrow minutely, wings twitching just slightly in irritation. How dare he! She's the best he's ever had in terms of quadrants.

She flicks a lock of hair out of her face.]

Oh pleeeeeeeease, Eridan! I know you're still upset over the break up - I mean, who wouldn't be? But acting like you don't know me is the dumbest thing you could possibly do.

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?"

[Oh for fuck's sake. He's pretty sure he knows what's going on right now.]

Sorry, you must be mistakin' me for someone else. Like a vversion a me wwho actually evver dated you.

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.

[Ugh, this shit again? She's so sick of all of these different doomed timelines showing up. Karkat must have really fucked up if there are this many offshoots. She's going to have to rib him about it later.]

That's too bad for you, then! So you've never met me on your timeline?? What a shame.

The great Vriska Serket, at your service!

Oh. Eridan scowled a little, his eyes falling and his fingers fiddling with the end of his scarf. No Sollux. No Feferi. Other people seemed to have people around they knew, but not him.

"Yeah, I'm Eridan." He straightened his shoulders, remembering himself, though his fins were still pressed back a bit with nervousness. "Wwhat do you wwant wwith me, highblood?"

There, he was behaving himself, even if he wasn't sure why the Psiioniic was treating him this way.

Reeling back, Ψiioniic forgot himself and jerked his eyes up to stare at Eridan. "H-high-blood?" he practically squeaked. Was the sea dweller making fun of him? That was a little cruel, and unnecessary... unless it was a subtle rebuke for Ψiioniic speaking to him without being spoken to?

"I'm not... I don't... I'm thorry, d-did I offend you by thpeaking to you firtht?" he stammered, uncertain how to handle the situation.

"Huh?" Eridan stared at the goldblood for a few seconds, then it occurred to him. The other Eridan had told him that where he came from, the sea dwellers were high and it was the golds and such that were on the bottom, like it had been in Dualscar's time.

Holy shit, he was looking at a lowblood who thought he was a highblood! Who wasn't going to cull him for looking at him wrong, or call him a violent blood and ask him if he'd taken his pill today if he so much as raised his voice.

"Ah, no, you didn't offend me," he said, waving his hand in a sort of regal manner and casually raising a hand to cover the worst patch on his scarf. The big spade-shaped topaz on his left hand glittered. "I accept your apology. But if you wwant somethin' you better make it quick, on account a I'm on my wway dowwn for a meal."

Really? [He grins a little. She couldn't have meant that one, but he wasn't going to just let it go.] At my servvice?

The sight of that large topaz was more than a little distracting. Ψiioniic had never worn a quadrant ring and didn't know anyone who had - low-bloods could never afford such things, and slaves weren't allowed to have quadrants. He wouldn't have MINDED wearing a bright red diamond, but he had no way to get such a thing.

The topaz was pretty damned close to his blood colour, though. And, the sea dweller had asked if Ψiioniic was 'his' Sollux... What was it with Eridan and Sollux being kismeses?

But stammering and cowering wasn't getting him any closer to his goal of being able to stand on his own two feet like a troll instead of a slave, so he forced himself to straighten his shoulders a little, and waited until he could be certain he wouldn't trip over the words before he answered. "I didn't want anything. I jutht didn't recognize you, tho I thought I should see if you were new." And find out if he was going to be another Dualscar that Ψiioniic had to avoid.

Eridan both hated and loved the ring. Of course a lowblood couldn't afford a thing like this gaudy piece of trash, which was why it looked so obvious on his hand. It was like a chain around his neck, but it also protected him at times. Because it meant he belonged to a goldblood, who might be pissed if someone hurt his property.

"I see," Eridan said, sort of at a loss of what to do now. "Wwell, I am a bit neww. I only arrivved last perigee, wwhen evveryone wwas all crazy and there wwere these freaks runnin' around. But I guess that's passed noww."

[Wow, Eridan, please leave. She rolls her eyes as dramatically as she can manage, putting her hands on her hips and sneering condescendingly.]

Pretty eager to jump at a proposition, huh? Sucks for you, because that isn't what it is.

If it wwere a proposition, I'd a had to turn it dowwn, probably. Unless wwe're talkin' flushed. [He casually flashes the enormous spade-shaped topaz ring on his left hand, and the little diamond-shaped piece of oyster shell on his right.] But anywway, I don't knoww you, so I wwouldn't wwaste my time, anywway. You'll havve to wwoo me a little, if you're lookin' to fill a quadrant.

[She doesn't even deign to look at the rings. She really doesn't give a shit about his quadrants. It isn't worth her time. Honestly, she's more interested in ditching him and going to find another victim before Spidermom starts wandering in search of food, or worse- comes in search of her to make her pay.]

No thanks, Ampora! I've already filled a quadrant with you and it was preeeeeeeetty disappointing. Can't say I'd like a repeat of that sad affair!

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