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thecapitol2014-07-30 10:59 pm
unconchonable) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-30 10:59 pm
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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.
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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"Spoken like someone who knows jack shit about what they are getting themselves into." She lets out a haughty snort as she took her sweet, sweet time strolling down towards him like she owned the joint. "Been here long enough to watch you get kicked out of every block in this hall. Which was pretty fucking hilarious by the way. The Capital must be soooooooo fucking desperate if they brought someone like you back."
When she was close enough she took a moment to pause, tilting her head at him. Then without preamble or politeness she reached out to snatch the bottom of his shirt yanking it upward.
"Looks like they stitched you up pretty well. Not even a bad ass scar." Vriska's brows furrowed, looking mildly disappointed. "Laaaaaaaame."
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"I know fuckall about this place, but whatewer. I can't rightly say the dreambubbles were much of an improwement neither." he snapped back at her, clearly not in the mood for her obvious flavor of bluh bluh huge bitch. However, at her mention of watching him repeatedly getting yelled at, he scowled. Of course she'd sit idly by and watch that happen. Spiderbitch.
"They must be, what with all you lackluster fucks bustlin' around with no sense or decency. They needed someone with a bit more class, an' they couldn't hawe picked a troll better." He was smirking at the end of that, starting to feel a bit more comfortable with being around a troll he knew. So far it had been nothing but humans, really. Which was discomforting at best, but now Vriska was here, and--
--she was lifting up his shirt?!
He let out a surprised sort of squawk as she lifted his shirt, his once folded arms moving to shove her away as she tried to peer at his stomach. His teeth clenched as he glared at her, "What the hell, Wris? You think you got the right to just gaze at my pristine torso any time you fuckin' want? Fuck that, you lost that right."
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"Oh pleeeeeeeease spare me. Are you trying to make me regurgitate? No one wants to ogle your scrawny fishbones." There was another brief pause as her eyes scanned over him. "And even if I did want to look, I have Vision Eightfold. I don't need to take off your fucking shirt. But I won't because it would be a total waste of its power."
Vriska shifted her weight to back leg, leaning back just a bit as she folded her arms. We'll see how long he'll be squawkin' that tune after he's been here more than a few hours. She remember first popping up here thinking this was going to be sooooooooo easy and even a little bit fun. Fuck, was she ever that stupid? She wanted to go back in time and slap herself. You know, she could let him in on her big scheme of going after the real big bad boss but........ it would be more fun to watch him squirm a bit first. And then maaaaaaaaybe she'll let him in on it.
That smug grin of hers returned with a vengeance like she had the biggest most top secrety secret to have ever been created. "Oh Eridan, do you really think they give two giant steamy piles of hoofbeast shit about class or decency? Did you miss the part about us being forced to play in fucking culling matches? Which would be okay if it was just that. I mean we've had more intense FLARPing sessions. You're in for one ruuuuuuuude awakening if you underestimate this place. I am going to give you the biggest 'I told you so' when you can wriggling back to me like-" She dramatically brings her hands up under her chin as she mustered up her best Eridan impression. "O-oh Wris, I should have listened to you. You're always right and I'm so dumb. Have pity on me~"
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Though, her mockery of him was enough to get his fins in a twist, and the snarl he bore at her did well enough to delegate his opinion on the performance. It wasn't that he expected this to be exactly easy, or entirely enjoyable. In fact, he was pretty pissed these humans had the fucking GALL to even demand any such display from him, he just knew he had what it took to survive such an awful shit-tier arena.
"Piss off you good for nothin' bitch. First off, I don't want any pity from you that's disgustin', and second off I don't sound anythin' like that!"
After a pointed huff, he crossed his arms over his chest again, puffing it out slightly.
"I apparently got picked for some reason, an' I'm willin' to bed it's because all the rest a you suck, so they needed someone who can fuckin' pick up the slack. I ain't surprised, but I also ain't happy about it. I just know I can wipe the bloody floor with all a' you without breakin' a sweat." could he toot his own horn any harder? "Either way, you clearly weren't enough for them, another thing I ain't all surprised of."