#eridan01

[claireexplainsitall-blog]

A Shellfish Request

nevverenough

Your name is Joey Claire and you desperately, DESPERATELY need money.

It’s not for something frivolous, nor is it even for something important, like food. It’s something you need like a living being requires air.

It’s a video tape. Of your mother. Found in a shop that sells Earth things in Sector Five.

Yes, you’re sure of this. Sure of the performance--The Sleeping Beauty--sure of the face next to another dancer on the tape’s box. You don’t have a VCR at the moment, but that’s fine, you can get that later. You might even be able to find someone to rig something like one, with all the geniuses around here. It can happen. later.

But this video of your mother? It might not be here later. It might not be here in the span it takes you to go to your apartment and grab the card you foolishly left in your room in an attempt to make sure you ration your money by only bringing so much with you. It was a mistake. A mistake!

And so, you turn around and clasp your hands, speaking with wide, earnest, pleading eyes to the first person you see--and not even noticing it’s a ANOTHER troll at the moment.

“Excuse me, I know this is really, REALLY sudden, but if you can give me the rest of what I need to pay for this--” It’s not actually that expensive, in truth. “I’ll pay you back as soon as I get back to my apartment; it’s just, I really, REALLY need this...!”

This might be the only picture of your mother you ever see again.

[arachno-phile]

@nevverenough

You’ve heard more people are moving to your district, District Eta. But that doesn’t mean your mansion doesn’t feel lonely as your steps echo through hollow corridors. It reminds you a little of your Alternian hive, in a way. Without Nic, your darling perfect tarantula, it feels even emptier. You hope he’s doing okay.

When you feel particularly like there’s nothing inside of you, you’ll go to the main Sectors to be around people. You never really want to talk to anyone; you just don’t want to sit at home with only the sound of your fingers against laptop keys as your company. 

You didn’t expect to see him here. The one person you’ve missed who won’t judge you as much as the others, the one who understood your childhood situation a little better than the rest.

He’ll think you’re weird. He’s probably going to freak out and leave, but you can’t help yourself. You wrap your arms around him, palms slipping against his cape. He smells like sea and wool.

You pull back, cheeks blue at your own impulsivity.

VRISKA: Uh. Hey. It’s 8een a while.

[godbarktier]

deploratuscaligulas

        BB guns were fairly different from the guns she was used to using. She knew exactly what her grandfather would say when she kept leaving her...”home” without a good firearm. He would have scolded her greatly but he wasn't here and she didn't even really have a home. Shots rang through the air hitting cans set up a little distance away from her. Practice was always good, especially in a situation like this. It was good to keep on your toes. Since things could happen like, well, your bb rifle jamming. Which subsequently did and her ears flattened against her head.

        The girl turned, leaning herself against a nearby tree as she fiddled with it, attempting to fix it but she just got a little frustrated. A smack was given to it, the tell tale ring and jolt of it firing made her ears perk back up, but as she followed the line of the bb's path, she saw it shoot near what looked to be a troll. Which one? There were so many. But she had met most of them by now so by process of elimination she figure it was,

                        “Uh...Eridan, right? Sorry! Are you okay?”

[2xthreedent]

deploratuscaligulas liked for a starter!

        It wasn't as though she expected to run into Meulin, let alone any of her other lame friends. But the one she didn't want to run into the most was the one who seemed to appear down the street. Seeing the almost familiar silhouette caused her to want to turn and run, but she realised she'd said none of those losers were here. So, working on that response and feeling a bit brave, she walked up to him and gave a big sigh of relief then a grin.

        “Whale, whale, whale, if it ain't Ampora numero dos. So on like a scale 'a pretty glubbin' cool to ragin' douchebag, what would you say your douchebaginess is? Betchu just as lonely as him, classic flavour Ampora I mean.” She frowned, looking a bit grossed out by what she just said. “Yeah, forget I said that and if you see him don't mention what I just said. He'd turn it around all nasty, ugh...”

[mewmewmage-blog]

deploratuscaligulas

     — [♌ ] — If that is Cronus Ampora up ahead of you, you will just scream.

He's not dressed like Cronus, but you can see the slicked-back black hair and unmistakable horns; part of you sort of wants to run the other way, but Cronus isn't a bad -- uh -- well, he's not really a good -- Gosh, you're making yourself tired just thinking about this.

In the time it takes for you to work out whether or not that is in fact Cronus Ampora, you realize the troll may or may not be looking at you. And he may or may not be wearing glasses that Cronus wouldn't be caught dead in. Awkward. It's not him.

❝GOSH, SORRY FUR STARING.❞ You giggle. ❝YOU JUST -- FROM BEHIND, YOU LOOK SORT OF LIKE A TROLL I KNOW. FROM THE FRONT...WELL, YOU LOOK LIKE LESS OF A DOUCHEBAG, SO I ASSUME YOU'RE NOT CRONUS AMPORA IN DISGUISE.❞