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eridan ampora | prince of hope

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[he doesn't start speaking right as the feed starts! there's a solid second or two of eridan trying to find his train of thought, the occasional heavy, expectant breath or two the only signs of his false starts.]

Well, Mexico was a shipload a fun. Don't know about anybody else's impromptu as fuck abscondin'.

Not my point of makin' this point though, so listen up, landlubbers.

[there is a decided lack of flair in eridan's voice, despite the (sharp, direct) pun/nautical reference or two. he's purposeful.]

They say they're cuttin' me loose soon, probably on account a my bein' such a charminly well-behawed prisoner and all. Due to personal circumstances, I'll be needin' to get a few affairs in order before my date a release.

I need a place to liwe, a tutor for the upcomin' schoolfeedin' year, and hopefully enough, some manner a profession. If you're willin' to hire a sewen solar sweep year old like myself, a course, don't want to go about misleadin' folk. Lyin' to 'em. Suchlike.

[a stale beat.]

No nosy hiwemates. Roommates, whatewer. I don't fuckin' like most a you and I probably won't giwe a shit about your problems, so keep your cartilage nubs outta mine. I got more than enough beetles in my coffers to keep me afloat for a while, so rent ain't gonna be an issue. Probably.

[a beat. he sounds like he means to say something dramatic or heartfelt to top off his posts like usual, and then:]

Preferably cat friendly. But I'm flexible.

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Sometimes it does, yeah.

And I didn't want to go impingin' on any plans you might of had. Homicide does that.

How generous. You did that just for me?

I may be a whole lot a unsawory type things dependin' on who you ask, but I can sympathize with the plight of a unplanned homicide ruinin' a otherwise perfect ewenin'.

That's so sweet.

Yeah, I know. I worked real hard on learnin' that kinda mannerliness.

So now what are you going to do?

I'm not goin' to wery well let losin' what I thought was my lifelong platonic soulmate get to me too much or anythin'. It'd be lettin' him win if I snapped and tore his fuckin' throat out or somethin' such.

Maybe I'll take up crimefightin'.

Crimefighting. That's a little drastic.

I meant more like where are you going to live?

It was a joke, Fel. Ewerybody knows I can't fuckin' stand wigilantes. Since, you know, they'we tortured and murdered me now and all.

And I dunno. Ed didn't really giwe me a whole lotta time to sort this shit out before he threw me out on my ass, figuratiwely and otherwise. Throw in this shitwreck of a Porter malfunction and I'm still scramblin' to catch up.

Worst comes to worst, I'll just go liwe in the Titanic wreck or somethin'. Quen'll take care a my cat.

I guessed. How desperate would you have to be?

[ Trying to be neutral. ]

You do have some time to figure it out.

Fortnight. Somethin' such.

Don't worry, Fel, I'm self-sufficient. Did just fine on my own before I got here.

I'm not worried, Eridan. You two know what you're doing. [ 8| ]

[and, abruptly:]

Fel, what's he done with my fuckin' cat?

I don't know. I'm not as much of a cat person as the codename implies.

Are you aware he's holdin' my cat hostage just to cause me all manner a emotional pain?

He's sick, Fel. Sicker than I initially thought since you can fuckin' tell somethins wrong with him anyway.

He isn't going to kill your cat. What he's doing is just batting you around.

That's the point! He is enjoyin' my unhappiness, and I newer ewen fuckin' did anythin' to him except try and be a good goddamn ward.

[ If she were more the helpful type, she'd say something like "he prefers your unhappiness to his own." But that's also not that helpful. ]

He does do that sometimes. It doesn't last. Not usually. Don't take it too personally.

Me and him are kinda the takin' things personally type.

Wouldn't be surprised if he had Nin turned into a scarf and sent to my door 'cos he thinks it's funny. And send me the fuckin' tailorin' bill.

That's a great idea, let me write that down in my notebook entitled Needlessly Convoluted Ways to Avenge My Reputation In The Event That Eridan is a Huge Prat.

Funny, sounds a whole awful lot like that Needlessly Conwoluted Ways to Awenge My Reputation in the Ewent That Eddie is a Huge Fuckin' Prat notebook I had layin' around.

You ewer find the one where I plotted possible ways a ruinin' you if you ewer turned against me? I kind of want it back.

Oh darn, I think that's in the same box Ninnian was in.

[A beat...]

"Eddie", not "Ed"?

[That strikes him as so eerie, despite the fact that it's the nickname he prefers.]

That doesn't mean I can help it.

You can if you try.

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