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[chronomancer]

i think this is a stupid thing to ask
but i cant think a any other wway to phrase it
so

wwhat are wwe evven Supposed To Do here?
just
not get culled by monsters at night an eat wwhatevver they feed us an just
survvivve





thats it?


[...someone is not taking well to being "aimless". Help? Also, if you want to run into him he's in the Network terminal closest to 1-10. I'm cool with action tags.]

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[chronomancer]

[Being jumpy, though not as jumpy as when he first arrived, Eridan startles just a bit and then looks over his shoulder to find his roommate and occasional source of hair-pulling frustration, otherwise known as David Lalonde. He shrugs.]

Yeah. The answwers aren't vvery promisin so far.

[action]

[tortileghostwriter]

[Leaning against the wall, crossing his arms. Not letting his frustration show too overtly, but it should be obvious.]

I suspected as much. I'm not certain what I was expecting to hear, in any case.

[chronomancer]

[Just a tad.]

...I wwas expectin somethin wworse, to be honest.

[Eridan sighs.]

At least wwe're not required to do somethin crazy or anythin.

[tortileghostwriter]

And now there you go, tempting fate.

[chronomancer]

...you know me, Davvid.

[Eridan shrugged.]

I lovve to livve on edge.

[tortileghostwriter]

Oh, absolutely. How plain to see. A loose cannon who adores the thrill, that's you right there, Ampora. An absolutely mythic individual, doing deeds, righting wrongs, living every day in danger because without that excitement, what is there? What ho, mighty Mage of Time! Hail!

[yeah, he's getting into the ridiculous bullshit now.]

[chronomancer]

[Have a blank face, and then a roll of eyes you can't see because of sunglasses, but if you could see it, you'd see his eyes nearly rolling out of his head.]

Shut up, Lalonde.

[And now he's very pointedly turning to the terminal, because wow. That amount of bullshit is staggering.]

[tortileghostwriter]

Hm.

Allow me to give that the proper delihow about no.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan snorts, shuffling in the seat and throwing one last look over his shoulder.]

You ain't goin awway are you.

[tortileghostwriter]

Not on your life.

[chronomancer]

A course you wwon't, that'd be almost like givvin me a break.

[A snort.]

Fine. Fine.

[tortileghostwriter]

You're learning.

[HE IS SO PROUD OF YOU not really.]

As I recall, there's a bit of vital information you've been rather insistent on keeping from me.

[chronomancer]

[Hunching somewhat, defensive gesture, what.]

I don't knoww wwhat you're prattlin on about now, Lalonde.

[tortileghostwriter]

Our discussion when first we arrived in this wretched place.

[chronomancer]

[Innocently, he looks over his shoulder, one eyebrow arched.]

Wwhat, the thing about the collar colors not being suitable?

[tortileghostwriter]

Eridan.

[arms crossed.]

[chronomancer]

David?

[Clinging to the innocent act with all the cynicism at his disposal.]

I thought wwe had already introduced ourselvves a long time ago?

[tortileghostwriter]

Ampora, for fuck's sake, this is not the time for you to be withholding!

[His shadow starts whipping about a lot more actively, and...fucking hell Yggdrasil's being loud.]

[chronomancer]

[...have a stare. A mildly nervous, mostly blank stare.]

You're right. I think this is a great time to talk about wwhat the grubfuckin hell is wwrong wwith you.

[tortileghostwriter]

This is not about me. Don't fucking start.

[ERIDAN....]

[chronomancer]

...I think it should be.

[...unsureface.jpg]

I really think it should be. You're not bein vvery rational about this.

[tortileghostwriter]

And you, you egregious fuckwad, are refusing to tell me something that by all appearances affects the safety of myself and my friends. I will not let all of this restart again, or worse, just so you might...

[deep breaths. also just going to not touch that last statement if he asks. it's a moment before he speaks again.]

Just.

This is important, Eridan.

As I recall you've been very inclined to blather at me about things that you claim to be important, and now here I am, attempting to listen.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan stares a moment before he sighs, passing air through his teeth. He shakes his head and stands up, leaving the terminal behind. He starts walking down the corridor, back to their shared room.

Without a word. Because you know what, they're not having a screaming match in the hall. They're just not.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[Fine. Then they can have this out in their room, because he's sure as hell not going to just leave this.]

[chronomancer]

[Of course he won't, that'd almost be like giving Eridan a break, and we've firmly established that's not allowed. He casts one last look over his shoulder before entering the room and going to sit on his bed, shoulders slumped down somewhat.]

So. Important things, huh.