>Eridan: Be the unsympathetic fishtroll. [Video]wwrathofangelsNovember 30 2011, 21:49:52 UTC
Though it is a case of dubious fortune that it is so, this is one of those things just as easily said as done for him. As such, when he sees her message he feels compelled to respond in his usual manner. "You knoww, I'd beliewe you more if you didn't just post a wideo to the entire fuckin' asylum about you newer wwantin' much else more to do wwith the rest a us. That's kind a inwitin' communication there."
Re: >Eridan: Be the unsympathetic fishtroll. [Video]rea_nortonNovember 30 2011, 21:52:34 UTC
She glares at him. "You KILLED ME!" How can he even talk to her? Let alone question her logic? THIS is exactly why she doesn't want to be here any more. Not that she ever did... but now, even less. Who the hell is he, even?
"It wwas an accident! An' besides I'm afraid I'm not seein' eye to eye wwith you on wwhat the fuckin' deal is here considerin' you came back! An' in your owwn body at that or at least I'm assumin'. I may as wwell havve done you a fuckin' fawor an' this is the thanks I'm gettin'!" He huffs, scowling at the communicator.
"Not on purpose oh my GOD wwhat is it wwith you humans an' a little bit a accidental homicide." This calls for a double facepalm, so he's just going to hide his face in his hands and wish fervently for a moment that he believed in some fake gods just so he could pray to someone to relieve him of his suffering. "I mean I'm almost used to the idea a killin' someone on purpose not necessarily bein' a thing you squishy wwigglers approwe a under most circumstances but howw can you fault me for an accident?!"
What? She cannot believe this. "You KILLED ME. What are you not getting? YOU KILLED ME! I was DEAD. Who even are you? Are you one of them? You're one of them, aren't you?"
"An' I didn't do it on porpoise! If I had, I'd still be tryin' to kill you noww." He rubs his forehead with one hand, resisting the urge to dig his claws into his scalp in frustration. "I don't knoww wwho the fuck this they are that you keep glubbin' about, but if you're talkin' like those pathetic excuses for soldiers or the reason wwe're ewen here the answwers are: fuck no do I look fuckin' incompetent to you, an' I'm pretty sure considerin' the fact wwe're surrounded by humans an' apparently near Earth that I'm definitely not 'cause I knoww I don't look so fuckin' wweak either."
He still hasn't managed to introduce himself. Considering his ego, that's mildly impressive.
She just buries her head in her hands to hide her tears. She doesn't know what else to do; he's not giving clear answers, and his speech is really hard to follow. In between her sobs, she manages to spit out, "You look like a fucking weirdo. You could be capable of anything. You murdered me!"
Oh, fuck. Crying. Shit shit shit he is not good at crying. It's... kind of pitiable. Really pitiable. "I... uh... okay fine wwe clearly got off on the wwrong foot here. My name's Eridan Ampora an' I didn't actually mean to kill you, honest. WWe wwere really sincerely tryin' to rescue you an' maybe I wwasn't bein' as careful as I should a been..."
He does his best to offer a reassuring, albeit nervous grin. It would likely be much more soothing were it not for the fact that all his teeth are sharp little fangs.
You HAVE to be kidding. "WRONG FOOT? You KILLED ME!" It's just about all she can say. Her brain is barely letting her process thought. "And not bloody careful? You KILLED ME! I DIED because of YOU! How would you like me to kill you, you fucking creep?"
"WWell that's not usually howw wengeance wworks but sure. It'd be fair." He's... not entirely certain what the problem is here. It would make sense to him for someone to try and kill him in return for murdering her, because matesprits and moirails can be all vengeful like that. Thus, as far as he's concerned, she's finally beginning to speak a little sense.
How is this not easy to comprehend. "Like I said. It's wwhat's fair, right? I mean back home wwhere I'm from if I'd killed you for no reason all like that ewen accidentally, there's a pretty good chance your matesprit or moirail -ugh, fuck, human wwords wwhat are they- girl or boyfriend, or closest person to ya in a pityin' but not sexual wway wwould be out for my blood."
He rubs his forehead. "Okay that wwas nowwhere near as clear as it sounded in my head. Basically wwhere I'm from youre all fine to get your rewenge on an' I half-expected you'd already be after it."
"I... I don't want to KILL you! I'm not a murderer, even if you are." Except she is. She killed Medic. And now, if she ever does die properly, she's gonna go to hell... Oh crap. "I DON'T want to kill you. No more violence."
Humans sure are weird. "WWell, okay then, it's not like you hawe to kill me. An' I wwasn't really lookin' forwward to dyin' ewen knowwin' it wwouldn't stick." Eridan does look a bit confused by all this, however.
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He still hasn't managed to introduce himself. Considering his ego, that's mildly impressive.
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Oh, fuck. Crying. Shit shit shit he is not good at crying. It's... kind of pitiable. Really pitiable. "I... uh... okay fine wwe clearly got off on the wwrong foot here. My name's Eridan Ampora an' I didn't actually mean to kill you, honest. WWe wwere really sincerely tryin' to rescue you an' maybe I wwasn't bein' as careful as I should a been..."
He does his best to offer a reassuring, albeit nervous grin. It would likely be much more soothing were it not for the fact that all his teeth are sharp little fangs.
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He rubs his forehead. "Okay that wwas nowwhere near as clear as it sounded in my head. Basically wwhere I'm from youre all fine to get your rewenge on an' I half-expected you'd already be after it."
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