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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

Evenin'.

[sup tower, how's it goin'. have one (1) very very ticked off aquatic troll staring at the screen. even if you were used to seeing his species, he's a bit.. notable. mostly due to the fact that he's the kind one can instantaneously recognize as a villain-type. maybe it's the crazy collar. or the sneer revealing perfectly serrated teeth. or the deep, jagged scars running diagonally across his face.

something like that, anyway. point is, like most other arrivals, he's not exactly delighted to be here.]

If someone would be so... kind as to further explain the situation I find myself in, that would be appreciated. Perhaps I'll even spare you if it seems useful enough, hm? That said, if any 'a the imperial forces are here, now would be the time to make yourself known. If not, it should already be established I have little patience for cowards or traitors.

Consider this your warning.

[yep, and it's off. no "thank you for your time" or any of that nonsense, apparently.]

(ooc: action to anyone who wants it! he'll be wondering about the second floor. a warning, though: chances are, he's going to be out for blood.)

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[discipleo.livejournal.com]

[ONE DAY.

One day she will learn that not every noise needs to be investigated]

...oops.

[Creeping away now]

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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[n o p e not so fast. fast, however, is the sword that thinly embeds itself in the wall adjacent, blocking her from further escape. overly dramatic? justttt a little bit. follow its hilt and the hand gripping it, and you'll eventually see that the highblood is no longer frowning as severely. instead, it's been replaced by a smirk.]

My, my. Seems I've got both a coward and a traitor in my midst.

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

[Wow overdramatic aren't we. Does having purple blood lead to drama. Disciple feels this is so.]

It's not cowardly to try to avoid culling.

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[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[F I N A L L Y someone who isn't a lowblood and worthless.]

Good evening, Orphaner.

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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[holy cod, the first voice he expected to hear from this little device was not the empress's. however surprising, it's particularly unmistakable to him. excuse the fading shock in his voice; nevermind the giveaway expression.]

... Your Highness.

[and despite only being video, have a low bow.]

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[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[Just the response she was looking for. It's about fucking time. Her bloodthirsty, sharklike grin spreads wide in delight, preening ever so slightly despite being on camera.]

About time this worthless hole gave me something of value to work with.

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[timegame.livejournal.com]

...wow. No wonder Eridan has no manners!

[What is self-preservation?]

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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

Manners? Those would be reserved for ones who deserve such.

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[timegame.livejournal.com]

What makes you think a little civility won't get you what you want a little easier?

[It's an honest question, and she cants her head a little at him curiously as she awaits his response.]

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[thekidsare0kay]

[He overheard the troll speaking and didn't think anything of it, but as he comes around the corner and looks at him, he can't help but stare. Either Eridan got scarred up and big and a lot less lame, or this is his ancestor. And he really isn't sure which.

Oh well. Time to find out. He saunters up, really not worried. What's he going to do, shoot him? LOL.]

...Hey?

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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[not today!! nevermind the double ahab's crosshairs within this place, he opted for a rusted cutlass. attempting to destroy his room with laser beams and finding them ineffective was a tad disheartening. so yes turning to the source of the voice and staring right back, because gee, don't you look familiar!

also nevermind the putrid yellow blood already making his stomach churn in revulsion. he raises an eyebrow at him, weapon at his side.]

... You are?

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[thekidsare0kay]

[Oh damn. If Eridan didn't recognize him, that meant this wasn't Eridan, it was some ancestor of his, which was a bit scarier. Sollux struggled to cover his nervousness and cocked his head]

Thollukth Captor. You?

[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

Here cometh another one.

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

"Another one". Specify.

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[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

You know what?

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[hiivemiindiing.livejournal.com]

We don't really feel like it right now.

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[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[oh god oh wow oh man this is the coolest thing ever. IT'S ONLY HIS FREAKING AWESOME ANCESTOR, IS ALL. This is the best thing that could have happened, he is going to learn so much.

But fuck, is it embarrassing his collar is even lower than his ancestor's. The scarf is even more carefully tucked about the stupid yellow monstrosity as he doesn't bother responding via computer and goes straight out to search for Dualscar.]

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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[eridan will find him. eventually. kind of difficult to miss a full grown troll with a cape big enough to make a circus tent out of, after all.

when he does find him, dualscar seem slightly less angered than he had before. perhaps because he'd obviously had the chance to let off some steam, if the blood dripping from his sword is any indication. he stands impassively, though the other may be able to detect a slight narrowing of violet eyes, though there is an obvious raise of the eyebrows as he recognizes the other as his descendant.

not that there was really any room to mistake it. hope you like being sized up, eri.]

You must be Eridan.

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[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[This is both incredibly exciting and petrifying. Eridan is both thrilled and having second thoughts and trying to hide the Tavros-horn hole he had to patch in his own cape. Oh, whoa, he has a sword, that's so cool. Eridan totally needs a sword now. And he needs to become Dualscar's apprentice or something.

....he knows his name already. He has to rally.

Standing up as straight and tall as he can manage (5'4" is pretty much the extent of it, maybe 5'5" in hair), Eridan raises his chin to look up at the adult troll.]

Yeah, that's me. And you're Orphaner Dualscar.

[Do not talk about FLARP, oh god, he almost did, just stay calm, he can get through this.]

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[bubbleglub.livejournal.com]

Great. What betta could I ask for? More Trolls who want to cull me.

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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[well would you lookie here. the one who had even higher blood than the highness herself; yet, still managed to look like a miniature version of her. truly remarkable.]

With that attitude, it's surprisin' you've yet to be culled already.

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

Ψiioniic was only barely recovered from his run-in with the Condesce. Signless had gotten him out of that, but he still felt skittish walking around the halls by himself, terrified of running into her again.

He never expected to run into someone who might arguably be worse. Ψiioniic froze, panicked, when he caught sight of the too-familiar figure ahead of him. Once again his training betrayed him, holding him in place when what he wanted was to run far and fast in the opposite direction.

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

As he should. Upon hearing the footsteps, the orphaner turns toward the direction of the sound. He'd expected it to be just another human, or perhaps yet another young troll with how they seem to infest the place; but as it was neither? His normally contemptuous expression falters for a brief moment-- though, not for lack there of.

It's as if it never left, however, as instead the sneer morphs itself into a sharp grin. Anyone who'd been on the receiving end of such should know it doesn't exactly follow with cordiality. But of course, if that wretched signless were here, then naturally his companions should follow like the brainless hoofbeasts they made themselves out to be.

"Well, now. If that isn't a face I've seen for a while."

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[tortileghostwriter]

[...now this one gives him pause.]

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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[but he doesn't, really. looking distinctly uninterested with a hand touching the side of his marred face, he glances to the other.]

Did you need somethin', human?