[First level | wwest side]

[orphaner]

[Oh, look, there's a frustrated Eridan.

A frustrated Eridan who is currently trying to hide a pile with his regal, purple cape. Wait, are those --

Sticks?

No, those are not sticks (to Eridan, at least). Those are actually just really shitty wands.]

Is this a fuckin' joke? Why isn't my sylladex workin'...

[Also, he's holding his Ahab's

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Awkward times will be awkward

[smellyoudie]

[Over the past few days, Terezi's seen a lot of things in her forced-hallucination Veil. There's blood everywhere, and all the other trolls she's met so far have been dead. She can't breathe without inhaling a nauseous rainbow of death, she can't see without seeing the mutilated bodies of her friends, she can't hear without constant static and far-off screams she can never find.

This is the first time she's seen Eridan, though, with all his guts spilling out all over his shoes and under hers.]

Eridan. Somebody got you too.

(OOC: It's still in the middle of their punishment but I didn't just want to ignore your intro. If it's not cool just let me know!)

More awkward is how late this tag is sobbbb

[orphaner]

-- Ter?

[At least, that's the voice he hears and the troll he sees when he moves to face her, still holding his Ahab's Crosshairs close to him. Though he doesn't point it at her quite yet, something about this situation already doesn't sit well with him. When would Terezi ever show up to help him with anything, let alone in this strange city without any angels?]

What do you mean, somebody fuckin' got me, too? Did they get you? Who got you?

HAHA SAAAAAME we are just on a roll here

[smellyoudie]

[Probably never. But in the grip of her hallucinations- thanks ever so much city- he's just one more body to investigate, while she tries to find just who spilled the blood all over the walls and the floors and her, and just who is screaming in the distance.]

That's a good question! [It sounds a little strained; this isn't easy. She wipes quickly at the teal tears that have gone pouring down her face from her overwhelmed senses, quickly examining herself. No visible wounds- just blood of all different colors. Her blind gaze flicks back to him.] No, it's just you. And Karkat and Kanaya and Gamzee.

[orphaner]

Then it's not just me, they got you and the other three here as well as me. Not that hard to figure out, Ter.

[Of course, he thinks she means those that are there at Meridian -- Not those that she believes are mutilated due to her senses being completely out of wack.]

[smellyoudie]

[She means both! She doesn't see the people who aren't right in front of her. That's Karkat. A trace of her typical irritation with him shows up on her face; even dead he's still a huge jackass.]

Don't sass me! I just told you that. [She'll let it slide that he thinks maybe they got her, too; she's covered in blood, it's pretty suspicious, and she doesn't have time to argue it. He's dead anyway, there's no point.] I know who they got. But that's not what I'm trying to figure out.

[Why, though, and more pressingly whodunnit! Those are the important questions.]

[orphaner]

All right, fine, then --

Tell me, what are you tryin' to figure out? I could maybe help you out. You know, what none a' you have ever done for me.

[smellyoudie]

[She's not touching that; she doesn't want to hear him whine about how his life was so hard and nobody understands.]

I'm trying to investigate your death.

[You know, how he got chopped in half in her head?]

[orphaner]

-- My death?

I am not dead, Ter...

[smellyoudie]

You're in denial. I can smell your insides, Eridan. [She wrinkles her nose. Entrails smell awful, actually, under the tang of his bright purple blood.]