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...Fuck.
okay
i thought i wwas done wwith this but apparently im not
just
oh fuck
okay
wwere just
goin to organize ourselvves
as usual
consider this a memo wwhat wwith the lack a an actual memo
maybe itll wwork out better in the long run this wway
wwhatevver
try not
you knoww
wwell you knoww
just remember this is public because i
still
dont knoww howw to lock stuff an
shit
if any a you figured it out
pass it along
you knoww wwhos stuck here in the towwer
so
you knoww wwhat to do
an please
dont be grubfuckin shitstains that evveryone hates
one a us
wwill end up stuck here
dealin wwith the aftermath
so
Dont Screww Up

the
wwell
the rest a you
readin this
im
im really sorry about this

[ooc: Time shenanigans! Eridan has been splitting off into several dozen doomed selves who are now running around the tower ~~getting killed~~, and will probably descend on this entry en masse. Which is gonna get very confusing, very frustrating, very soon. Have fun?]

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[Eridan winced and nearly lost his step as he tried to avoid getting gored by Gamzee's horns. He snorted.]

It's going to suck so much, being him.

[Having shared that wisdom with no one in particular, he reached out tentatively to pat Gamzee's back.]

Shh, it's okay, Gam. We have to get to the infirmary and meet him there, alright?

[He might or might not have smeared blood all over Gamzee in the process, though. Whoops.]

Edited 2012-05-20 02:59 (UTC)

[Ugh, God stop getting blood all over him he's gonna pass the fuck out or something! Is this what you do, Eridan? Drag people around until you split and then make them watch you die? AND THEN RUB YOUR BLOOD ALL OVER THEM.]

But. He.

[Oh my God what was happening.]

He was my bro...

Shh.

[Eridan patted Gamzee's back... yay, more blood.]

It's okay, Gam. Look at me, I promise. It's okay. You'll meet him again!

[That... was odd to say, considering it was himself. Kinda. Fuck time travel.]

[Yeah. Yeah, maybe Eridan was right. He'd watched people die before, in the game. Even if it wasn't in person, he still had to see Sollux's bloody corpse on the screen of Karkat's husktop. It hadn't affected him much, because it didn't really seem real. Hell, nothing really seemed real most of the time. The beauty of sopor. Gamzee eased up.]

Okay...

But. You're him. Or... ain't you? Yet? Uhh...

[FUCK TIME TRAVEL, INDEED. His pan hurt.]

I... think? I might be him. Maybe.

[Eridan continued patting Gamzee's back as he stared at the water dubiously.]

I don't know, future me always knows more, but he tends to be a moron. But he said he'd see us downstairs, like he knew-knew, right? So... let's go. Let's see what's going on...

[Oh, man, even Eridan didn't know. That's it, Time Mage, take the wheel!]

Uhh... okay.

[The back pats were nice. After agreeing to get a move on, he straightened up a little, looking around idiotically before beginning to follow close behind.]

You always be doin' the shit like this, Jadebro? With, like, all the dyin' and stuff...?

...kinda?

[Eridan is busy looking at the steps and holding onto his arm and trying not to bleed too much.]

I mean, it wasn't... it was never this bad, you know, all them Eridans fucking around and making a mess 'a things. We, I mean I like to be organized. Not that it ever works because I'm so very bad at this but hey, at least there were stable loops. Or the shitty ones I convinced paradox space were stable enough.

[A sigh.]

Time travel is hard.

[Gamzee vaguely remembered the chat that prompted this meeting. There was a lot of jade text, and a lot of things he didn't really understand. And... and there was some yelling, possibly. Maybe he dreamed that part up. But he could have sworn there was yelling. ...Whatever. He probably shouldn't have brought that up to begin with. That was kind of stupid. This time, it was Gamzee's turn to give Eridan a pat on the back.]

It's chill, brother. No use gettin' all your fuckin' self to be worked the fuck up on it. Maybe we all just gotta get our pans on makin' you stop havin' the blood on the outside, for one.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

[He offered Gamzee a wane smile.]

I hope I'm the alpha, that'd be nice.

[Gamzee stared at him for just a second. That was a pretty loaded statement, for being such a short one. He frowned, very slightly, reaching an arm around a shoulder as a means to get his hand between those horns and give his hair a good ruffle.]

...Can you be? Uh... please?

[Eridan ducked his head under the ruffling and offered a hopeless little smile.]

I'll try. Promise.

[Gamzee continued down, concentrating pretty hard on each step so he didn't trip over his perpetually-untied shoelaces. Not breaking his gaze from the stairs, he brought his hand from Eridan's hair, this time holding it in front of the boy's face. Each finger was curled up, save for his pinky.]

Promise, motherfucker?

[It took Eridan a moment, but then he was catching Gamzee's pinky with his own and smiling brightly at him.]

Promise.

[That got his attention. Gamzee raised his head from staring at the ground and flashed Eridan a grin of approval.]

Bitchin', Jadebro. Y'all best be up and keeping that, now. All official and shit.

[He shook their intertwined pinkies meaningfully before releasing his grip and stuffing his hands back in his pockets.]

[Eridan nodded slowly.]

Sure. I can do that.

[Except not, whoops.]

[This seemed to be enough to satisfy Gamzee. He flopped down the stairs pretty haphazardly in Eridan's wake, not paying attention at all to where they were headed. As long as he had someone to follow, what was the point of being observant? He was much more interested in getting lost in his own head, thank you very much.]

[That's good Gamzee, let the poor wounded kid go ahead of you, it's okay. He'll try not to break his neck on the way down. Wow, you're such help. But finally, here! The Infirmary, and no one's dead!

Mostly.]

[Yeah he's a really considerate, observant person. Oh, come on, at least his heart's in the right place, even if his brain ditched out a long time ago. But here they were! Gamzee hadn't been to the infirmary in a long time. He wondered if his little human friend was still helping out around here. He hadn't seen her since the party. Oh. Right. Eridan! After noticin the jadeblood had gotten pretty far ahead of him, Gamzee scurried to cath up to his wounded bro.]

So... we waitin' on other you, Jadebro?

I'm already here.

[Eridan was sitting on the floor by the wall, then threw a roll of bandages up at the Eridan Gamzee had come in with Gamzee. He fumbled a little to catch it and then slunk over to his clearly not dead future self to have the asshole at least help with the whole fixing up. Eridan, remembering having done so and playing the whole thing by memory, waited until his wounded past self was sitting in front of him to try and bandage him up.]

...that was some amazing way to die there, wasn't it.

[Eridan snorted, offering his arm with a grimace.]

In stereo. I think it goes into the top ten.

[Eridan snorted and offered Gamzee a smile.]

Thanks for helping out, Gam.

[Oh, Jesus Christ the other Eridan had scared the ever-loving shit out of him. ...Except, not literally. Maybe if we were speaking literally, he'd have scared the ever-loving honks out of him. Because lord knows he was making quite a racket when the other one decided to pipe up and chuck some bandages their way.]

[After a few awkward beats of staring around the infirmary, Gamzee again had lost track of Eridan. Oh, he'd made his way to the one that had scared him half to death. Okay. He followed shortly after, crouching down near the two but not sitting, wringing his hands absently and looking on at the bandaging procedures like he'd never seen anything quite like it. Well, he hadn't, really. He looked genuinely interested, mostly curious.]

[When he'd been addressed, he paused mid-wring, lifting his focus to Eridan. ...One of them, at least. Wherever that voice came from.]

Whuh... oh. Shit. Anything for a motherfuckin' brother of mine. But, uh, I ain't really up and got myself to be much fuckin' useful. Uh, I think?

[Suddenly feeling very guilty oh God.]

There anything, like, you all need from a motherfucker, Jadebro? Don't think I know how to wrap them bitches or nothing.

[Couldn't be that hard to learn, right? ...Don't answer that.]

[Eridan snickered and Eridan startled as Gamzee made a little honking racket. But then he came over and both of them sighed.]

It's okay.

It's okay.

[Are you tired of hearing Eridan in stereo yet?]

It's not that bad, really.

It's still attached.

Exactly.

[They snorted in unison again, as Eridan tired up the bandage and Eridan tried not to wince, and both of them wondered what they should do next.]

[He'd never get tired of hearing Eridan in stereo - are you kidding me? It's practically hours of entertainment! Gave him quite the hankering for some Troll Doublemint Gum.]

If you all say so, little motherfuckin' jadetwins.

[Gamzee rocked backwards a bit, falling on his ass - which was a lot more comfortable than squatting there. He slung his arms over his bent knees and stared at the two for a moment.]

...The fuck even happened at you, anyway, brother?

Which time?

[The question is completely honest as the two Eridans finish wrapping up the bandages and just sort of. Sit there.]

Because if you want an extensive list, we're gonna be here a while.

A very long while.