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PLAYER INFORMATION
Your Name: Kurumi
OOC Journal: devilishkurumi
Under 18? Nope!
Email + IM: devilishkurumi@yahoo.com; AIM: KurumiRP
Characters Played at Ataraxion: None :(
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Eridan Ampora
Canon: Homestuck
Original or Alternate Universe: Neither!
Canon Point: Just after getting violently debunked by a chainsaw through the stomach.
Number: 118 (if 118 is taken, then 114. If 114 is taken, then 117. If ALL of those are taken, feel free to randomly assign a number, because that's where my numerology skills end.)
Setting: Homestuck, general world mechanisms and suchlike; Alternia, Eridan's home planet.
History: Eridan lived in a ship-esque hive in the Alternian ocean with his lusus for the first 6 sweeps of his life; born to one of the highest castes in troll society, Eridan was a part of the nautical aristocracy, despite the fact that he didn't spend all that much time in the water. He would be closely considered to be Alternian royalty, as much as the society had royalty beyond the highest blood caste. He spent most of his time writing terrible fanfiction and helping his friend and moirail, Feferi Peixes, feed her monstrous lusus in order to keep it from uttering the Vast Glub and destroying the planet. The rest of his time was spent plotting ways to kill off all land-dwellers, usually involving doomsday devices he commissioned from Vriska Serket. (The irony of the fact that he was commissioning doomsday devices from a land-dweller to kill all land-dwellers was sadly lost on him.)
Shortly before the beginning of the troll's game of SGRUB, Eridan admitted to Feferi that he was feeling flushed for her - basically, he was telling his best friend and the person destined to keep him from flipping his shit that he wanted to date her instead of just being friends-slash-soulmates. Feferi, however, rejected him completely, even going so far as to break up with him as his moirail, due to the fact that his constant need for her attention was absolutely draining her. It was probably not the best thing to start off a game of cataclysmic proportion with, but this is Alternia. Things like this happen.
During SGRUB, Eridan stayed for the most part on his planet, the Land of Wrath and Angels. The planet was home to "angels," large, draconic beings with no limbs and feathery wings. Though everyone kept trying to tell Eridan that the angels were actually game constructs and were not enemies, he purposely went around killing them all. They became so enraged by him that any help they could have provided was rendered useless, as they would attack anyone who arrived on the planet. This led to Eridan spending most of his time alone, killing angels because there wasn't much else to do. He did leave the planet at one point to duel with Sollux Captor, who promptly beat him in every imaginable way (and then proceeded to turn Eridan's blackrom advances down none too gently). After that, he spent all of his time killing angels, up until the point where he decimated the entire population. He then went with the other trolls to fight the Black King at the end of their session, though his role in that fight was probably pretty useless.
Once the troll's session was completely and irrevocably screwed by the humans' creation of Jack Noir, Eridan found himself hiding out on an asteroid in the Veil along with the other trolls. There, he proceeded to harass everyone about romance, including Jade Harley and Rose Lalonde - the latter, once pestered to a certain point about her "fake" magic, finally did everyone a favor by blowing up Eridan's computer. Irritated and feeling... well, all the feelings, Eridan enlisted Kanaya's help to "train him" in the ways of white science. This really only involved Kanaya using the Alchemiter to create a wand for Eridan to use in order to channel his powers. (Later on, it's relayed to us that his powers had nothing to do with the wand, but were instead tied to his world and the angels that had occupied it.)
Eridan, feeling empowered by the wand and unable to come to terms with the fact that they were all but waiting for Jack Noir to come kill them, decided that he was going to join the psychopath deity, instead of running and hiding from him or trying to beat him. He considered it his duty as the Prince of Hope to determine when all hope was lost. He attempted to get Feferi to join him in his quest, but this only led to her and Sollux trying to stop him from going so that he wouldn't be able to lead Jack back to their friends. Sollux and Eridan dueled, but unlike the last time, Eridan ended up winning by throwing Sollux into a wall with his white science and knocking him out. Feferi, flipping out over what she thought was Sollux's death, attacked Eridan, who killed her without hesitation. He was becoming increasingly unhinged. When he turned to leave, he spotted Kanaya with the Matriorb - the only way to repopulate the troll species - and proceeded to blow up their only chance of trollish restoration. He then killed Kanaya and took off to go find Jack.
While wandering around the asteroid, feeling sorry for himself and starting to doubt his entire life's worth of choices, he encountered both Vriska and Gamzee and entered into a showdown with them. This would have probably ended in a bloodbath, or at least a very epic flash animation, but Kanaya, returned from the dead as a rainbow drinker, caught up with Eridan. After temporarily taking out Vriska and Gamzee, Kanaya turned on Eridan. She grabbed his wand in snapped it in half to prevent him from attacking (not that he really could, as he was pretty much in shock from her being alive again), then proceeded to use her chainsaw to slice him in half. And, since there's no way to come back from that, Eridan was left to die while the rest of the surviving trolls went on to do something more useful than going nuts and killing their friends.
Personality: On the surface, Eridan seems to be an egomaniacal jerk who tends towards the dramatic (he would call it theatrical). He has a strong affinity for war and violence, and has a caste-born dislike for all land dwellers. He tries to act the way he wants others to perceive him, leading him to be cocky, self-absorbed and more than a little arrogant. Unfortunately, one of Eridan's greatest flaws is his tendency to go overboard with everything he tries to do, and this generally makes him look less like a self-assured prince of the sea and more like an attention-starved baby. Most people, after having even just one conversation with him, can see that he's actually not the hottest cat on the walk like he tries to pretend to be. He's desperate to have people either like him or hate him in ways that will fulfill the troll relationship quadrants, and actively seeks out as many people as he can to try and form some sort of relationship with them. He makes snap judgments, and one conversation is all he needs to have with someone in order to decide whether he likes them or hates them, and he'll often assume that they share whatever feelings he does. His irrationality also makes for very bad decisions; he tends to prepare for the worst and, despite being the Prince of Hope, he has very little of it when situations start going bad.
Underneath the exterior act of an attention-starved, arrogant jackass, Eridan actually fosters quite a healthy dose of self-loathing. He secretly doesn't feel as if he's as good as he tries to pretend he is, and this usually manifests itself whenever a conversation that started out pleasant turns negative. The self-loathing he feels stems from the fact that, on some level, he knows he's too desperate, and oftentimes when things start going wrong he'll place the blame on himself. (Of course, he'll quickly turn it around and try to make everyone else the reason for why his life is so hard.) Eridan's snap-judgments become even more erratic and poorly planned when he becomes upset or angry; it leads him to killing his former moirail, as well as one of his friends, out of a need to prove himself to be better than the rest and worth everyone's time. Whenever Eridan gets upset or mad, he takes it out on whoever or whatever might be easiest for him to do so - whether it be on the people he perceives have wronged him, or himself.
Despite all of his shortcomings (and there are many), Eridan has the potential to be a pretty good person. He's shown himself to be nice when he wants to be, and if his desperation ever took backseat to his honest feelings, he would probably find himself to be a more well-liked individual. Eridan is incredibly emotional and if someone were able to get past his tough-guy, holier-than-thou exterior, his low self-esteem and his knee-jerk reactions to bad situations, they would find him to be a good, loyal friend and incredibly adept at fulfilling whatever role their relationship required of him. Unfortunately, it's hard to get to this point with him because of his desperation and poor self-image; he tries too hard to get people to like him (or hate him, in the cases of kismesissitude), and when there aren't immediate results, he immediately feels as though he's failed in some way and retreats into his tough guy, "I don't need anyone" attitude.
Eridan has a fascination with magic, even though he constantly states that it doesn't exist. He often rails on the concept of magic, and yet at the same time he finds it enchanting and often writes stories about it. When he confronts Rose about her new dark magic powers, he tries to convince her that magic isn't real and yet, at the same time, insinuates that he'll use it against her to beat her. After she blows up his computer with her "fake" magic, he seeks out a way to create his own, real magic power. Of course, to him, his real magic is actually just science, which leads him to having "white science" powers. This all adds to his strange hypocrisy that arises at the absolute weirdest of times. You can never be sure if Eridan is going to be ready to believe in fairies, or if he's going to be the one who shouts, "I don't believve in no fuckin' fairies!" until every Tinkerbell in the universe dies.
Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations: Eridan has the scientific power of white science on his side. Nobody's exactly sure what it is, but it's linked directly to the Land of Wrath and Angels, and has something to do with hope. It doesn't matter for this game, however, as he won't be able to access that power. He's mortal (and extremely susceptible to chainsaws), so though his skin is a bit thicker and his claws and teeth are sharper than a human's, he's not exactly the strongest. He is, however, very capable at handling rifles and harpoon guns, and these will become his weapon of choice while in Ataraxion.
Inventory: A pair of prescription glasses, a few gold rings and a scarf (all his own).
Appearance: Eridan is relatively tall and lanky, with the classic trollish traits of gray skin, claw-like nails, black hair, dark eyes with yellow sclera and sharp, pointed teeth. As a sea-dweller, he sports even more unusual characteristics, including gills (near the curve of his neck and shoulder) and fins on his face. He's fairly vain, and as such he tries to look as good as possible. His hair is usually styled upwards, with a slight widow's peak; he has a stripe of purple highlights, which personally I consider to be his bangs just styled up into the rest of his spiky hair. He wears purple and gold whenever he can, and is hardly ever seen without his glasses or his trusty blue-striped scarf.
His accent has been described as "ridiculous," and it's been explained that he pronounces his v's ("vv") with a "w" sound. He also sometimes uses nautical puns when he talks.
Age: Eridan is 13 years old in Earth years, but due to the extreme harshness of Alternian life, he's completely capable of handling situations that would normally be considered too much for a young kid to deal with. Alternians mature at an exponential rate, due to the fact that they live on their own, that death is considered a normal punishment for crimes, and that a normal game for young trolls to play is a live-action roleplay type situation where you can actually kill and be killed by your opponents.
SAMPLES
Log Sample: He's not sure where he is. Things are dizzyingly unfamiliar and he's not even sure he knows why they're unfamiliar, doesn't even know if there's anything in the world that he is familiar with. He can feel himself gagging as something is pulled up and out of his throat and he sags against what's probably the ground. It takes him a good ten minutes to blink away temporary blindness, another fifteen to get his feet under him, and still he needs to keep a hand out to keep from toppling over as he steps away from the thing he'd been in and looks around. Everything's blurry and he's forgotten why, the reason niggling at the back of his think-pan like a wriggler trying to burrow into its first hive. He's really not sure what he knows about anything right now, and other than the sound of a roaring chainsaw echoing distantly in his mind, everything's silent and entirely too physical to be the afterlife. (He is dead, right? That was a thing that had happened. It never didn't happen.)
One thing he knows, though, looking down at himself and squinting to focus, is that he looks like a fucking shipwreck. His hair is in his face, he's practically naked, and ugh. Just ugh. Okay. First thing would be to find something decent to wear. He wanders in search of this for a bit, squinting and scowling at everything until he finally takes note of the black mark on the inside of his arm - a weird row of numbers that he doesn't remember ever having there before. This plot is getting too cod damn thick. (Cod? Seriously? Is that a thing he does, fish puns? He guesses so. Right, yeah, that's completely a thing he does. Except someone told him he was banned from them for life. Feferi - right. Don't think about that.)
Eridan finally starts putting all the pieces together nearly forty after waking up, but everything's still fuzzy, like a dream. He's pretty sure that's what post-traumatic stress does to you. He finds a room off to the side of the creepily quiet medical lab, and after taking a cursory look at the numbers on the lockers, he finds one that matches the numbers on his arm. When he opens it, he exhales when he sees his glasses resting on the top shelf and pulls them on, slicking his hair back out of his face and finally getting a clear view of everything around him, not that it looks much different from when it was blurry. He stares at the jumpsuit for a bit before resigning himself to wearing it, pulling it on reluctantly. It doesn't look too bad, he supposes, but he wishes... And then he notices his scarf hanging there, a little shorter than he remembers (and a little bloody at the edges), but still. He throws it on and finally feels a little fuckin' better about all this.
"Fuckin' right," he says aloud, forcibly not wincing at his thrashed voice and the sharp echo it creates. He grabs at the weird device in the locker, pauses to dig out the rings sitting in the corner, then finally gets around to turning the communication device on. "Time to get some fuckin' answwers."
Comms Sample:
[Eridan is in absolutely no mood for any shenanigans of any sort, and he makes it clear by furrowing his brows and scowling at the camera recording him.]
All right, wwhat in the name'a holy fuckin' mackerel is goin' on?! I'm gettin' real tired'a people jerkin' me port to starboard lately, an' if this is some kinda Furthest Ring creeptacular parade a' horrors, wwell, listen up. I'm Eridan fuckin' Ampora an' I'm not gonna take this shit! I got more important things to do than deal wwith nightmares an' the afterlife!
[Eridan's face twitches, like he's trying hard not to let his toughest-fish-in-the-tank attitude slip away, despite wanting to huddle up somewhere and mope. Finally, he lets it drop enough to look vaguely anxious and ill-at-ease.] First thing's fuckin' first, though. ...Anyone else evven here? ...Kar? ...Fef? Cod, don't tell me I'm on my owwn... Not like I don't fuckin' deservve it, but cut my some cod damn slack!
Your Name: Kurumi
OOC Journal: devilishkurumi
Under 18? Nope!
Email + IM: devilishkurumi@yahoo.com; AIM: KurumiRP
Characters Played at Ataraxion: None :(
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Eridan Ampora
Canon: Homestuck
Original or Alternate Universe: Neither!
Canon Point: Just after getting violently debunked by a chainsaw through the stomach.
Number: 118 (if 118 is taken, then 114. If 114 is taken, then 117. If ALL of those are taken, feel free to randomly assign a number, because that's where my numerology skills end.)
Setting: Homestuck, general world mechanisms and suchlike; Alternia, Eridan's home planet.
History: Eridan lived in a ship-esque hive in the Alternian ocean with his lusus for the first 6 sweeps of his life; born to one of the highest castes in troll society, Eridan was a part of the nautical aristocracy, despite the fact that he didn't spend all that much time in the water. He would be closely considered to be Alternian royalty, as much as the society had royalty beyond the highest blood caste. He spent most of his time writing terrible fanfiction and helping his friend and moirail, Feferi Peixes, feed her monstrous lusus in order to keep it from uttering the Vast Glub and destroying the planet. The rest of his time was spent plotting ways to kill off all land-dwellers, usually involving doomsday devices he commissioned from Vriska Serket. (The irony of the fact that he was commissioning doomsday devices from a land-dweller to kill all land-dwellers was sadly lost on him.)
Shortly before the beginning of the troll's game of SGRUB, Eridan admitted to Feferi that he was feeling flushed for her - basically, he was telling his best friend and the person destined to keep him from flipping his shit that he wanted to date her instead of just being friends-slash-soulmates. Feferi, however, rejected him completely, even going so far as to break up with him as his moirail, due to the fact that his constant need for her attention was absolutely draining her. It was probably not the best thing to start off a game of cataclysmic proportion with, but this is Alternia. Things like this happen.
During SGRUB, Eridan stayed for the most part on his planet, the Land of Wrath and Angels. The planet was home to "angels," large, draconic beings with no limbs and feathery wings. Though everyone kept trying to tell Eridan that the angels were actually game constructs and were not enemies, he purposely went around killing them all. They became so enraged by him that any help they could have provided was rendered useless, as they would attack anyone who arrived on the planet. This led to Eridan spending most of his time alone, killing angels because there wasn't much else to do. He did leave the planet at one point to duel with Sollux Captor, who promptly beat him in every imaginable way (and then proceeded to turn Eridan's blackrom advances down none too gently). After that, he spent all of his time killing angels, up until the point where he decimated the entire population. He then went with the other trolls to fight the Black King at the end of their session, though his role in that fight was probably pretty useless.
Once the troll's session was completely and irrevocably screwed by the humans' creation of Jack Noir, Eridan found himself hiding out on an asteroid in the Veil along with the other trolls. There, he proceeded to harass everyone about romance, including Jade Harley and Rose Lalonde - the latter, once pestered to a certain point about her "fake" magic, finally did everyone a favor by blowing up Eridan's computer. Irritated and feeling... well, all the feelings, Eridan enlisted Kanaya's help to "train him" in the ways of white science. This really only involved Kanaya using the Alchemiter to create a wand for Eridan to use in order to channel his powers. (Later on, it's relayed to us that his powers had nothing to do with the wand, but were instead tied to his world and the angels that had occupied it.)
Eridan, feeling empowered by the wand and unable to come to terms with the fact that they were all but waiting for Jack Noir to come kill them, decided that he was going to join the psychopath deity, instead of running and hiding from him or trying to beat him. He considered it his duty as the Prince of Hope to determine when all hope was lost. He attempted to get Feferi to join him in his quest, but this only led to her and Sollux trying to stop him from going so that he wouldn't be able to lead Jack back to their friends. Sollux and Eridan dueled, but unlike the last time, Eridan ended up winning by throwing Sollux into a wall with his white science and knocking him out. Feferi, flipping out over what she thought was Sollux's death, attacked Eridan, who killed her without hesitation. He was becoming increasingly unhinged. When he turned to leave, he spotted Kanaya with the Matriorb - the only way to repopulate the troll species - and proceeded to blow up their only chance of trollish restoration. He then killed Kanaya and took off to go find Jack.
While wandering around the asteroid, feeling sorry for himself and starting to doubt his entire life's worth of choices, he encountered both Vriska and Gamzee and entered into a showdown with them. This would have probably ended in a bloodbath, or at least a very epic flash animation, but Kanaya, returned from the dead as a rainbow drinker, caught up with Eridan. After temporarily taking out Vriska and Gamzee, Kanaya turned on Eridan. She grabbed his wand in snapped it in half to prevent him from attacking (not that he really could, as he was pretty much in shock from her being alive again), then proceeded to use her chainsaw to slice him in half. And, since there's no way to come back from that, Eridan was left to die while the rest of the surviving trolls went on to do something more useful than going nuts and killing their friends.
Personality: On the surface, Eridan seems to be an egomaniacal jerk who tends towards the dramatic (he would call it theatrical). He has a strong affinity for war and violence, and has a caste-born dislike for all land dwellers. He tries to act the way he wants others to perceive him, leading him to be cocky, self-absorbed and more than a little arrogant. Unfortunately, one of Eridan's greatest flaws is his tendency to go overboard with everything he tries to do, and this generally makes him look less like a self-assured prince of the sea and more like an attention-starved baby. Most people, after having even just one conversation with him, can see that he's actually not the hottest cat on the walk like he tries to pretend to be. He's desperate to have people either like him or hate him in ways that will fulfill the troll relationship quadrants, and actively seeks out as many people as he can to try and form some sort of relationship with them. He makes snap judgments, and one conversation is all he needs to have with someone in order to decide whether he likes them or hates them, and he'll often assume that they share whatever feelings he does. His irrationality also makes for very bad decisions; he tends to prepare for the worst and, despite being the Prince of Hope, he has very little of it when situations start going bad.
Underneath the exterior act of an attention-starved, arrogant jackass, Eridan actually fosters quite a healthy dose of self-loathing. He secretly doesn't feel as if he's as good as he tries to pretend he is, and this usually manifests itself whenever a conversation that started out pleasant turns negative. The self-loathing he feels stems from the fact that, on some level, he knows he's too desperate, and oftentimes when things start going wrong he'll place the blame on himself. (Of course, he'll quickly turn it around and try to make everyone else the reason for why his life is so hard.) Eridan's snap-judgments become even more erratic and poorly planned when he becomes upset or angry; it leads him to killing his former moirail, as well as one of his friends, out of a need to prove himself to be better than the rest and worth everyone's time. Whenever Eridan gets upset or mad, he takes it out on whoever or whatever might be easiest for him to do so - whether it be on the people he perceives have wronged him, or himself.
Despite all of his shortcomings (and there are many), Eridan has the potential to be a pretty good person. He's shown himself to be nice when he wants to be, and if his desperation ever took backseat to his honest feelings, he would probably find himself to be a more well-liked individual. Eridan is incredibly emotional and if someone were able to get past his tough-guy, holier-than-thou exterior, his low self-esteem and his knee-jerk reactions to bad situations, they would find him to be a good, loyal friend and incredibly adept at fulfilling whatever role their relationship required of him. Unfortunately, it's hard to get to this point with him because of his desperation and poor self-image; he tries too hard to get people to like him (or hate him, in the cases of kismesissitude), and when there aren't immediate results, he immediately feels as though he's failed in some way and retreats into his tough guy, "I don't need anyone" attitude.
Eridan has a fascination with magic, even though he constantly states that it doesn't exist. He often rails on the concept of magic, and yet at the same time he finds it enchanting and often writes stories about it. When he confronts Rose about her new dark magic powers, he tries to convince her that magic isn't real and yet, at the same time, insinuates that he'll use it against her to beat her. After she blows up his computer with her "fake" magic, he seeks out a way to create his own, real magic power. Of course, to him, his real magic is actually just science, which leads him to having "white science" powers. This all adds to his strange hypocrisy that arises at the absolute weirdest of times. You can never be sure if Eridan is going to be ready to believe in fairies, or if he's going to be the one who shouts, "I don't believve in no fuckin' fairies!" until every Tinkerbell in the universe dies.
Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations: Eridan has the scientific power of white science on his side. Nobody's exactly sure what it is, but it's linked directly to the Land of Wrath and Angels, and has something to do with hope. It doesn't matter for this game, however, as he won't be able to access that power. He's mortal (and extremely susceptible to chainsaws), so though his skin is a bit thicker and his claws and teeth are sharper than a human's, he's not exactly the strongest. He is, however, very capable at handling rifles and harpoon guns, and these will become his weapon of choice while in Ataraxion.
Inventory: A pair of prescription glasses, a few gold rings and a scarf (all his own).
Appearance: Eridan is relatively tall and lanky, with the classic trollish traits of gray skin, claw-like nails, black hair, dark eyes with yellow sclera and sharp, pointed teeth. As a sea-dweller, he sports even more unusual characteristics, including gills (near the curve of his neck and shoulder) and fins on his face. He's fairly vain, and as such he tries to look as good as possible. His hair is usually styled upwards, with a slight widow's peak; he has a stripe of purple highlights, which personally I consider to be his bangs just styled up into the rest of his spiky hair. He wears purple and gold whenever he can, and is hardly ever seen without his glasses or his trusty blue-striped scarf.
His accent has been described as "ridiculous," and it's been explained that he pronounces his v's ("vv") with a "w" sound. He also sometimes uses nautical puns when he talks.
Age: Eridan is 13 years old in Earth years, but due to the extreme harshness of Alternian life, he's completely capable of handling situations that would normally be considered too much for a young kid to deal with. Alternians mature at an exponential rate, due to the fact that they live on their own, that death is considered a normal punishment for crimes, and that a normal game for young trolls to play is a live-action roleplay type situation where you can actually kill and be killed by your opponents.
SAMPLES
Log Sample: He's not sure where he is. Things are dizzyingly unfamiliar and he's not even sure he knows why they're unfamiliar, doesn't even know if there's anything in the world that he is familiar with. He can feel himself gagging as something is pulled up and out of his throat and he sags against what's probably the ground. It takes him a good ten minutes to blink away temporary blindness, another fifteen to get his feet under him, and still he needs to keep a hand out to keep from toppling over as he steps away from the thing he'd been in and looks around. Everything's blurry and he's forgotten why, the reason niggling at the back of his think-pan like a wriggler trying to burrow into its first hive. He's really not sure what he knows about anything right now, and other than the sound of a roaring chainsaw echoing distantly in his mind, everything's silent and entirely too physical to be the afterlife. (He is dead, right? That was a thing that had happened. It never didn't happen.)
One thing he knows, though, looking down at himself and squinting to focus, is that he looks like a fucking shipwreck. His hair is in his face, he's practically naked, and ugh. Just ugh. Okay. First thing would be to find something decent to wear. He wanders in search of this for a bit, squinting and scowling at everything until he finally takes note of the black mark on the inside of his arm - a weird row of numbers that he doesn't remember ever having there before. This plot is getting too cod damn thick. (Cod? Seriously? Is that a thing he does, fish puns? He guesses so. Right, yeah, that's completely a thing he does. Except someone told him he was banned from them for life. Feferi - right. Don't think about that.)
Eridan finally starts putting all the pieces together nearly forty after waking up, but everything's still fuzzy, like a dream. He's pretty sure that's what post-traumatic stress does to you. He finds a room off to the side of the creepily quiet medical lab, and after taking a cursory look at the numbers on the lockers, he finds one that matches the numbers on his arm. When he opens it, he exhales when he sees his glasses resting on the top shelf and pulls them on, slicking his hair back out of his face and finally getting a clear view of everything around him, not that it looks much different from when it was blurry. He stares at the jumpsuit for a bit before resigning himself to wearing it, pulling it on reluctantly. It doesn't look too bad, he supposes, but he wishes... And then he notices his scarf hanging there, a little shorter than he remembers (and a little bloody at the edges), but still. He throws it on and finally feels a little fuckin' better about all this.
"Fuckin' right," he says aloud, forcibly not wincing at his thrashed voice and the sharp echo it creates. He grabs at the weird device in the locker, pauses to dig out the rings sitting in the corner, then finally gets around to turning the communication device on. "Time to get some fuckin' answwers."
Comms Sample:
[Eridan is in absolutely no mood for any shenanigans of any sort, and he makes it clear by furrowing his brows and scowling at the camera recording him.]
All right, wwhat in the name'a holy fuckin' mackerel is goin' on?! I'm gettin' real tired'a people jerkin' me port to starboard lately, an' if this is some kinda Furthest Ring creeptacular parade a' horrors, wwell, listen up. I'm Eridan fuckin' Ampora an' I'm not gonna take this shit! I got more important things to do than deal wwith nightmares an' the afterlife!
[Eridan's face twitches, like he's trying hard not to let his toughest-fish-in-the-tank attitude slip away, despite wanting to huddle up somewhere and mope. Finally, he lets it drop enough to look vaguely anxious and ill-at-ease.] First thing's fuckin' first, though. ...Anyone else evven here? ...Kar? ...Fef? Cod, don't tell me I'm on my owwn... Not like I don't fuckin' deservve it, but cut my some cod damn slack!