thecapitol | In My Crown

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In My Crown

Who| Eridan and Erribody!
What| The PRINCE has arrived! So he'll be wondering about being reasonably annoyed.
Where| Around the Training Center. Pick a floor, any floor.
When| NOW!
Warnings/Notes| Cursing???

If there was one thing Eridan was sure of, it was that this place beat the dream bubbles.

It was a small comfort in light of everything else. However, being brought here with the expectation to take part in some sort of gladiatorial arena of death was insulting at best. It wasn't that Eridan wasn't familiar with death or murder - oh no he greatly enjoyed the two when it wasn't him dying or being murdered - but the thought of being expected to play as some human land dweller's entertainment... it left him feeling ill with indignation.

With all the bullshit out of the way (which he barely listened to what was being explained at all), he had found himself in the Training Center. It was odd being alive again, being around all these humans, of all things. Sure, there were plenty of copies amongst the dream bubbles of those humans that wrecked their game before a mass majority of the trolls died (wonder how that happened!!); but it was different when it was so many different individuals. Actual individuals.

Eridan, however, had decided to take it upon himself to get to know the layout more, storming through the floors of the Training Center in a haughty, yet dramatic fashion. Opening what doors he could, going into what rooms were available. He had no real reservation over whether or not he should be going into a room or not. It didn't matter, because he was himself, and what he wanted was all that mattered. Any naysayers could DEAL. Perhaps he would come across a familiar face, though he made no calls for anyone in particular. More so moving quickly as he searched for no one in particular, memorizing the layout of everything as he went. It was a comfort to be somewhere a bit more solid, a bit more permanent than the ever shifting dream bubbles. It was nearly an alien concept to him by now.

If he was going to be here for a while, he may as well get to know the place, and the people he was going to be so cruelly subjected to for who knew how long, he figured.

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"Yeah fuckin' right."

They have something in common, then! Eridan's a whole lot of bark, and some bite, but when it comes down to it, he's got a laughably fragile ego. It's probably where a lot of his viciousness comes from, gotta protect his weaknesses! Even if it gets him in a whole mess of trouble, not to mention how it pushes most people away from him.

Oh well.

There's a sound of distaste that leaves him as she opens her mouth, leaning in far too close for comfort, and then he smells her breath. His fins curl, and he narrows his eyes as he draws his head back, and if she doesn't pull back fast enough, she's gonna have a grey, bejeweled hand stuffed in her face. An attempt to simultaneously push her away and close her mouth. Gross.

"Figures a animal like you ain't got no sense a class, nor any fuckin' manners!" He growls at her, glaring daggers. He's real sick of all the disrespect he's been getting. It's like these assholes are going out of their way or something!

Thankfully for her, combat training and several Arenas behind her have given her extremely quick reflexes, and she manages to lurch her head back well before he gets one of his gross sparkly hands on her face. She snaps her mouth shut.

"Did you fucking call me an animal?"

When he was the one who bust into her room? That's rich. If she weren't worried about getting into trouble with the Avoxes (and thus, with the Peacekeepers), she'd break his nose right here, she thinks.

Eridan's fine with her dodging, it works all the same, really. Gets her out of his face, and stops her from breathing on him like someone uncivilized. When she asks the question, he just rolls his eyes, giving her a flat look.

"I did, yeah. Good to know your auricular spongeclots are workin'." Seriously, he has no shits to give, and if he's offending her? Well, all the better!

"You hawen't exactly prowed yourself to be otherwise, what with your indecent conduct. Really, breathin' on me, what the fuck are you? Four?" Of course, four to Eridan is roughly eight and a half in Earth years, but the sentiment is all the same.

"I can keep reminding you that you're the one who barged on into my private room like you owned the place." Really, if she were the more violent type, she could just deck him right now. "Newsflash: you don't."

And neither does she. But for the grace of the Capitol goes Venus Dee Milo in her pajamas and tidy bedroom.

"Are you going to explain who you are or are you just going to keep trashtalking? Because I can take it up a notch."

"Or perhaps, I do, what with bein' a royalblood an' all. We kinda got rights to things." He says with an appropriate amount of snootiness. He eyes her for a moment, not realizing he hasn't introduced himself yet, whoops. He's usually on the ball in that regard.

"I'm Eridan Ampora, Prince of Hope. But I can keep trashtalkin', if that's more your language. Not at all surprised if it were, seein' as you're a filthy human."

Maybe there's a reason that Kankri's the only troll Venus gets along with. She bristles at 'filthy', she bristles at the idea of a hierarchy, and she remembers a long teenagehood of being told she wasn't worth the bed she slept in when she got one at all.

"Prince of Hope? Are you kidding?" Seriously, that's some Dungeons and Dragons nonsense, and Venus has no time for affectations like that. "That's the lamest title I've ever heard, literally, and my name's a fucking pun."

She's lucky to know the Kankri she does, because he's not that great of a troll once he dies and spooks around the dreambubbles for a long time. That's for certain. However, if Eridan knew of her low status, and the terrible treatment because of it, he'd likely tell her she deserved it. He's a nice guy like that.

"No--" he tries to answer, but then she goes on to insult him. His fins flare and he looks obviously offended! Glaring, he snarls distaste at her, his sharp, shark-like teeth flashing.

"It ain't fuckin' LAME, it's awesome! But go figure a worthless fuckin' human like you ain't got the fuckin' decency to recognize greatness when she hears it." He's so mad right now, "But go on, what's your bloody name if it's so much better?"

Good. Eridan's clear offense - the fins going up and his teeth coming out - are like an adrenalin boost to Venus, and she uses it as a stepping stone up to higher levels of brattiness.

"Oh, okay, 'Prince'," she says, making exaggerated air quotes with her fingers. "All I'm seeing is greatness at being a blowhard, but if that's what your people value, then bully for me. I'm Venus Dee Milo, and I'm named after a goddess."

"You humans don't know shit about respect, I swear, it's like you landfuckers go outta your way to offend my sensibilities. Make bloody sport of it or somesuch." He grumbles it out, sneering at her. He honestly is contemplating breaking that jaw of hers, the thought mulls around a bit. It's cast aside, however. He's sure he doesn't need to be getting into fights already, though he's pretty convinced that it might be good for him to blow some steam.

"A goddess? Well too bad for you any similarities end there." He growls, staring at her as if she were nothing more than sludge personified.

"If you ask me, all I see is a bloated sack a shit."

"Did you just call me bloated?"

Okay, yes, she's been hitting the ice cream since the big breakup, but she's also been at the gym more than long enough to make up for it, and in both subjective and objective points of view she's pretty cut! Rude, Eridan!

She reaches forward to slap him.

And this, of course, is the perfect moment for Kankri to arrive. Which he does, and having overheard that last bit (though muffled) he of course comes bustling in. He needs 1) to papshoosh his moirail before she smacks a seadweller and 2) tell said seadweller to stop blackflirting with his moirail.

His first glimpse of the other boy ends up making him think it's the violetblood he knows and vaguely dislikes, and he scowls. "Cronus Ampora, you can't even keep yourself out of trouble long enough to tell people you've arrived-" A pause, during which he sees the purple lock of hair, and then reassesses the boy's features. "Oh. You must be his descendant."

Which, honestly, isn't going to get Kankri to eye him with any less mistrust.

"What are you even doing here, anyway? Entering a private block to bicker with the person inside is hardly dignified."

With Venus reaching to slap him, Eridan finds himself swiftly withdrawing to avoid being slapped. He really isn't in the mood to be abused by any space monkey, truly.

Though in the next moment, he isn't really expecting a third party to show up, let alone to hear a vaguely familiar voice, and a less vaguely familiar name being tossed his way. He growls before looking at--oh. Yeah, he knows this guy, kind of. See him about in the dream bubbles, learned all too quickly he has no patience for him.

"Call me that useless sack a bile again, an' I'll smear your putrid blood across the flippin' walls like a paint job." he grumbles. He's looking between Kankri and Venus now, keeping his distance from both.

"I'm here lookin' around the place. New here an' suchlike, tryin' to get my flippin' barrin's, but this harlot ower here is makin' it a bit fuckin' difficult, pain in the ass landscrapin' bitch. An' you-," he points to Kankri, "ain't got no right to talk about what's dignified. A gutterblood like you wouldn't know the first bloody thing about it."

Venus' aggression takes a turn from the affronted to the dangerously protective when Eridan takes a shot at Kankri and his blood color. She's aware enough by now that it's a sore spot for him, a marker for a lifetime of persecution. She can shrug off the 'harlot' comment, at least and the 'bitch' one, too. She's been called far worse.

But Kankri's the last good thing she has left.

"Talk like that to Kankri again and I'll put you in a wheelchair, kid." She leans forward, lips curled into a snarl. "I'll gun for you in the Arena."

"Venus," and Kankri gives her a long-suffering look, though he's kind of pleased inside that she's so quick to defend him. It's nice to have someone care so much about the things that hurt him. "I appreciate it, but you don't need to threaten him," he tells her with a firm-but-gentle tone, nudging against her slightly before turning his attention to Eridan. It's like a switch has flipped, as his face goes from annoyance-tinged fondness to cool distaste, and Kankri even manages to don an expression of looking down on Eridan despite being pretty small by troll or human standards.

"Well, I see my mistake now. Cronus at least manages to be civil and agreeable when he puts his mind to it, despite the social ineptitude that looks to be inherent to his line if you're any example. This space is not yours, and your attitude is doing you no favors, you know. Since you've seen this room now, surely you have better places to go in your attempt to orient yourself?"

Eridan watches Venus with what could be described as apathetic boredom when she threatens him. It's hardly the first time he's been threatened, and it won't likely be the last. It's all the same, after a while, and he has no reason to fear this human girl any more than he did any other troll far more worth their weight in beetles.

"If you're gunnin' for me, I'll certainly gun for you too," he sounds far more amused than threatened. He likes challenges, and if this chick is half way as skilled as she is annoying, this could prove itself fun.

Then there's Kankri, rattling on about shit Eridan couldn't care less about. It's an universally impossible thing, and Eridan's left rolling his eyes before settling on a flat stare at Kankri. Eridan's finding himself appreciating Karkat more and more as the talking continues, thank the elder eldritch horrors that the mutant he got stuck with was actually cool, he'd have no qualms about slaying this one.

"Listen here mutant, I don't giwe a shit about anythin' you just said. I don't giwe a shit about your comparisons between me an' that poor excuse for a Ampora, nor do I giwe any fucks about if this is or isn't my space. I'm fuckin' royalty, I do whatewer the fuck I want and you plebeian animals just bloody DEAL WITH IT."

He gives Venus one last appraising look, before he returns to Kankri, "but you are right about one thing, I hawe seen all that's worth seein' in this hole of a block, cretins included. I got more pressin' matters to attend to," he retorts snidely, before quite comically sticking his nose in the air and aiming to head on out.

She very nearly lunges forward and slams Eridan against the wall at the way he says the word 'mutant'. It's a term she's heard too often contaminated with bile. It's one of the few that really digs deep into old wounds she can only cover, rather than heal, and it's not even aimed at her right now.

It's only because of that pained look from Kankri that she doesn't, although her face morphs, momentarily, into a snarl that breaks the veneer of effortless grace and uncracked beauty that she usually cultivates.

Once Eridan's gone, she looks back at Kankri.

"Oh yeah. I'm totally gunning for him."

"Do you know, I'm not very inclined to stop you," Kankri murmurs discontentedly, flopping down on her bed. "If only because he doesn't seem the type to hesitate to do the same. Ugh. I was happier not knowing such a blight on my species existed."

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