FLAGRANT BLACKMAIL DUN DA DUN

[swwag]

WHO: swwag and disillusionists
WHERE: somewhere in the City that resembles a shopping district!
WHEN: 7/24
WARNINGS: SASS??
SUMMARY: Eridan murdered the mayor, and Rose knows. So he'll be playing the part of her bag carrier this evening.
FORMAT: ACTION FOREVER AND EVER

Comments

[disillusionists]

[ she actually didn't need all of these things, but putting Eridan in a position like this is rather amusing. which is why they're stopping at their fifth store -- some dark magic sort of place. fortunetelling and paranormal things and the like.

she can feel him glaring daggers at her. making sure her translator's working right, she replies after a second ]

Not quite. There's still a few more places.

And do be careful with those, Eridan. They cost quite a bit.

[ before she's walking into the store. ]

[swwag]

[Eridan glares at her, and when he spots this charlatan department store of lies and slander she wants him to deign to go into, the vitriol of that glare increases tenfold. goddamn witch.]

Make it quick, my arms are gettin' tired. I might drop somethin'.

[he follows her in a touch hesitantly, gritting his teeth against the undoubtedly flagrantly untrue fakey fake fakeness he's breathing in here.]

[disillusionists]

[ the store smells of incense and is so obviously magic-y and whatnot, there's no need for it to be described. there's an old lady behind the counter who smiles and waves at Rose, who waves back before she's turning to Eridan ]

If your spindly arms are sore now, feel free to put down the bags. I wouldn't want you to wear yourself out from all this work you're doing.

[swwag]

[SCOFFS.]

I'm fine, thanks. Not that it's any a your concern.

[he wrinkles his nose in a supremely unprincely fashion, resettling the bags in his arms. incense, the natural enemy of any proper sciencegician. well, other than fakey fake witches.]

[disillusionists]

[ she just smirks a little, floating a few inches above the ground before landing again, closing the distance between them until she's very, very close.

smiiirk. ]

Aren't you interested in seeing what the store has? Come along, Eridan. There's much I want to show you.

[ and then she turns promptly, stepping deeper into the room ]

[swwag]

[getting his frowwn on back at that smirk. super frowwn, even.

then she's gone, and after a moment of deliberation, he sets the bags down and follows after her. it's like reconnaissance, right?

right.

he's still going to frowwn at everything, though.]

It better fuckin' well be interestin', at least.

[disillusionists]

I think it's interesting. I believe you would just declare it to be fake.

[ she's disappearing down an aisle after gesturing for him to follow her ]

Have you ever seen voodoo at work?

[swwag]

[all Rose gets in response to that question is just the flattest, most disbelieving look.

REALLY.]

[disillusionists]

[ STANDING THERE

LOOKING AT HIM

COME ON SHE HAS THINGS TO SHOW YOU ]

It's quite interesting. I wonder if you have anything like it where you're from.

[swwag]

I remember hearin' somethin' about chucklewoodoos or whatewer. Might be a subjugglator thing.

[marking 'voodoo' on a list of words never to say again yep]

[disillusionists]

"Chucklewoodoo"?

[ that's not a word :| ]

[swwag]

You know what I fuckin' meant.

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[disillusionists]

[ SO MUCH DEAD EYES ]

How do you create the word "chucklewoodoo" out of "voodoo"?

[swwag]

[IN THAT MOMENT I SWWEAR WWE WWERE KISMESES]

'Cos that's what it's called, dipshit.

Ask Gam about it, maybe he knows. I don't personally affiliate myself with their deranged subjugglatin' rituals.

[disillusionists]

You sound like an idiot.

[ DISAPPEARING DOWN THE AISLE AGAIN ]

[swwag]

Thankless dirtscrapin' hag.

[SO MUTTERED. not following just yet, nope. maybe she'll just disappear forever, ported out or - even better - swallowed up by her emporium of lies.

OF LIES.]