Eridouble: Grab your sombrero and el mustache.
Who: Eridouble & Vriska Serket
Where: Discedo, possibly by the docks
When: Backlogged to the doppelganger event.
Rating: Violence and death.
Summary: Vriska and Eridouble have a Mexican Standoff.
The Log: [Silence falls upon the city of Discedo, like a soft blanket upon a slumbering child it quiets the chills, and soothes the buildings. It's almost as if the city was a ghost town (it nearly is anyways) save it for the occasional shadow moving in the dark shifty corners of buildings and roads. Silence, like the bracing moment of a Great White circling it's pray before gracefully flying out of the water and catching air.
This is not Shark Week. But if it was, you would have to take three shots for mentioning sharks, Shark Week... oh and a reference to Air Jaws. By the way. I'm a shark expert. There's another shot for you there.
But since I'm a shark expert (5) I will tell you a hidden battle of the deep. But first, cue the tumble weed and a screeching hawk circling above as we near this showdown. A showdown between old rivals. Though young, their hatred for each other boils blacker than before. One fully knowing, the other an imposer.
The young shark (6) lies in the depths of the city, unknowing of the god shark (7) that is soon to prey upon the wee babby fish. (Sharks are not mammals, they are fish by the way (8).) He clutches the gun tightly in his hands. It isn't his but it belonged to the one who once walked in his shoes. He doesn't care, it's for his own protection against other sharks (9) because he knows something will come. This. Dear readers, is Shark Night (10).
Now, are you drunk yet?]
Where: Discedo, possibly by the docks
When: Backlogged to the doppelganger event.
Rating: Violence and death.
Summary: Vriska and Eridouble have a Mexican Standoff.
The Log: [Silence falls upon the city of Discedo, like a soft blanket upon a slumbering child it quiets the chills, and soothes the buildings. It's almost as if the city was a ghost town (it nearly is anyways) save it for the occasional shadow moving in the dark shifty corners of buildings and roads. Silence, like the bracing moment of a Great White circling it's pray before gracefully flying out of the water and catching air.
This is not Shark Week. But if it was, you would have to take three shots for mentioning sharks, Shark Week... oh and a reference to Air Jaws. By the way. I'm a shark expert. There's another shot for you there.
But since I'm a shark expert (5) I will tell you a hidden battle of the deep. But first, cue the tumble weed and a screeching hawk circling above as we near this showdown. A showdown between old rivals. Though young, their hatred for each other boils blacker than before. One fully knowing, the other an imposer.
The young shark (6) lies in the depths of the city, unknowing of the god shark (7) that is soon to prey upon the wee babby fish. (Sharks are not mammals, they are fish by the way (8).) He clutches the gun tightly in his hands. It isn't his but it belonged to the one who once walked in his shoes. He doesn't care, it's for his own protection against other sharks (9) because he knows something will come. This. Dear readers, is Shark Night (10).
Now, are you drunk yet?]