animus_network | the first [voice]

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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[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.]

Mm.

[dualscar eyes the smaller one: no, eridan, nothing is hidden from him. especially, when, well.. sharing the dna, they must think alike. that is, if the inferior cape is anything to go by. he's sure it was a noble effort, if still one to be mocked.

surprising that the other descendent would know his name, though. or maybe it wasn't. he keeps the empress's words at bay, while he smoothly resheaths the cutlass at his belt and proceeds to clasp his hands behind his back-- military-esque, though not unlike a teacher about to scold a petulant child.]

I hope you haven't been disgracin' my good name.

Course I havven't. You'vve got no idea howw many trolls I'vve orphaned in your name. So many fuckin' trolls. I read up on all the history on you I could find, though it doesn't compare to hearin' it first hand, obvviously.

[He's trying to seem cocky but his overall excitement and desperation is coming through. Same as always.]

[dualscar would smile at the poorly-hidden emotions, if he weren't borderline humorless. he highly doubts it will compare in the slightest, but the effort was at least noteworthy.]

I see. I don't know what or why you'd expect to hear first hand, however.

Wwell, come on! I'm your descendant, right? Wwe'vve got a bigger connection than other trolls. There's bound to be somethin' or other you can teach me, right?

What would I ever want to teach you, wriggler?

[he barely keeps his lips from pulling back into a look of scorn.]

It seems you've been doin' a splendid job 'a cheaply imitatin' me as it is-- and that's all it will ever be, you realize.

Ww-wwhat? [This is. Not going how he thought it would?!] You're just gonna dismiss me right awway?!

If you thought I'd play lusii in encouragin' your ridiculous fantasies, apparently you've even less of a grip on my character than you'd thought.

[a chuckle.]

If it weren't for the Empress' orders, I'd have already called you for your incompetence.

[But ANCESTOR. This is so unfair. Eridan bares his teeth at him.] Incompetence?! You don't knoww wwhat you're fuckin' talkin' about. I fuckin' swwear, you havven't heard the last a' me, Dualscar!

[And sparing him one last glare, he turns around to stomp off, his cape swooshing about.]

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