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vvanquishing in soul_logs

you're a right piece of work

Feb 23, 2011 18:30

Characters: vvanquishing and 2ollux
Location: casualty communal lobby, and the general surrounding area.
Rating: probably at least pg-13 for potty mouths and brawling.
Time: october 22nd, HIGH NOON. or, well, sometime in the afternoon.
Description: fishboy and tholluckth have some unsettled business, for various reasons of their own. conflicting timelines abound ( Read more... )

sollux captor, eridan ampora

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2ollux February 23 2011, 23:52:08 UTC

Eridan Ampora was the sort of man who was impossible not to notice and even harder to simply ignore. When he walked, the masses knew he was there. Bright of eye, keen of sense, and glaring of fashion. There to catch the eye every day and any day. Elevators were beneath him, stairs far too simple for him. Grandeur! Panache! Pomp! Everything the Alternian aristocracy could ask for! A man worthy of sweeping down flights with cape a-billowing to his destined duel ( ... )

vvanquishing February 24 2011, 00:18:40 UTC

Okay, fuck stairs. They were wonderful for making grand entrances, but this was taking way longer than it needed to. Especially considering that the only person likely to see his veritable procession was the mustardblood himself, and fuck knows that he never appreciated his flair for the elegant. It wasn't like he only put in the effort to look impressive for himself, for fuck's sake.

And anyway, as he descended the stairs -- sneakily taking two at a time every so often -- it quickly became clear that Captor wasn't even in the lobby, unless he was lurking in a corner like the bellycrawling little wriggler he was. The bastard was late! All that! For nothing!

"I swear to fuckin' god, I'm goin' to murder him--" he growled to no one in particular, clenching his fists around imaginary lowblood necks. Second floor landing, now. Whirling and planting both hands on the guardrail (rings clinking merrily) he scowled down at the lobby, looking for any sign of his quarry.

2ollux February 24 2011, 01:24:35 UTC

It was almost too good an opportunity to be believed, a gift from above. (Both literally and figuratively, how's them apples?) A motherfucking miracle, as much derision as the term incites. If Sollux had gods he would have been thanking them with gusto right about then.

Who gave a shit about things like cowardice and opportunism when such beautiful chances presented themselves like this? The cape was only icing on the cake, a bit of lace edging around the target.

"'Thup, Eridan," he quipped, minding to save his most witty greeting for the last minute, that last critical second before his foot was slated to connect with the aristocrat's posterior. The pull, the temptation was too great; it would take a troll of greater will than he to pass up so juicy a hit.

i died vvanquishing February 24 2011, 02:03:21 UTC

It really would have only taken him half a second to whirl around at the sound of that ridiculous, hateful lisp, but it seemed he was off his game today. He barely had time to register the voice (behind him, for that matter) and ready a suitable insult with which to greet it with before POW.

Eridan jumped about a million feet in the air, flailed his arms for balance and tried not to tumble headfirst right over the railing. His greeting instead came out as a sharp, interjectory "SHIT!" and he somehow managed to whirl around with both hands clapped on his-- rear end.

Needless to say, this wasn't how he planned his attack (not literally getting his butt kicked, for one) and he certainly did not look like the happiest fucking troll in Death City facing Sollux now.

"You lousy, underhanded, pissblooded waste of air," he snarled, still massaging his butt. Luckily for the other troll, he couldn't strangle someone and tend to his wound at the same time, so for now he was simply hurling righteous insults. "You think losin' your shitty ( ... )

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