In My Crown

[unconchonable]

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.

Comments

[unconchonable]

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."

[celebrityskinned]

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."

[privilegecheck]

"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?"

[unconchonable]

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.

[celebrityskinned]

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."

[privilegecheck]

"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."