voice;

[amoray]

So what are you gonna do when they outlaw all that superheroin' nonsense you all lowe so damn much?

[to his credit, he's trying to sound grave. (it isn't working.)]

We take this - and we're goin' to, since we got such big pushers for mustard-bellied diplomacy in charge around here - they ain't gonna be satisfied 'til they got us all on leashes. And at the first signs a dissent, they're gonna hang us by 'em. I sure hope you lot can handle the usage a our powers bein' a criminal offense, since that's the next thing to go. A Wulcanus gun in ewery Natiwe hand and a trackin' chip in ewery filthy imPort, right?

[a theatrical pause. contrary to his usual habit of getting worked up in his tirades, eridan's been very calm (albeit smug in his "my unreasonable paranoia was entirely justified" kind of way) but no less intense throughout.]

We start goin quietly into that good fuckin' nocturnal phase and we aint newer gonna stop.

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[enigmaestro]

I could figure it out, you know. A few simple deductions and a tape recorder aligned to my power would clarify the matter easily.

But you're just not worth the literal eight minutes, Eridan Ampora.

[amoray]

[of course, he's pissed; in fact, he's pissed to the point where he can't quite think of anything suitably cutting to retort with.

so he just kind of starts a few times, stops, and then falls into a resentful silence.]

NO I LIKE THIS ONE BETTER

[enigmaestro]

Good boy.

LMFAO SARA

[amoray]

- I keep gettin' this eerie feelin' that you're just spittin' up shit your father told you, honestly. Makes this whole feud a ours all fuckin' weird, reenactin' your childhood and whatnot.

[he's still obviously recovering his stride, but his sneer is genuine enough.]

Patronizin' bullshit included, Ed.

c]8)

[enigmaestro]

[Harshly, much too harshly:] Do leave the psychoanalysis to Crane, Eridan. He at least has a degree to back his babble.

C]8) can't forget the bonnet!!

[amoray]

What was his name, Ed? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right.

[he's desperate to grab at any weakness he can find, while he can get it. it shows in the quickness of his speech.]

Though as a warnin', I can't cry like a worthless, unlowable little gutterblood. Newer could, really.

there's a bee in there, my god

[enigmaestro]

[Snapping! It's spoken viciously, cuttingly.] Just an unlovable highblood, isn't that right?

[amoray]

[also snapping! his voice goes shrill.]

Better than an unlowable lunatic!

[enigmaestro]

How can it be better when it's so synonymous?

[amoray]

Says the psychotic freak with a riddlin' compulsion.

[enigmaestro]

I have perfect control over my compulsions!

[amoray]

Falsehood, motherfucker!

[enigmaestro]

That isn't your goddamn power you --! [whoops.]

private;

[amoray]

[a long beat. he sits there for a moment, breathing heavily.

then he locks it. strolls off for a moment; comes back with the sound of a struck match, a long drag.]

private;

[enigmaestro]

You know. Smoking will give you cancer.




Try two at once.

private;

[amoray]

And I'll still be aliwe a couple a centuries after you're dead and nobody remembers whoewer the fuck you were.

[beat.]

Anyhow, I smoke clowes. So technically I'm doin' you one better anyway.

private;

[enigmaestro]

Should I tell you which part rang false, or is it sufficient to remind you that you're dead in your world and I'm not in mine?

[NO ONE TELL HIM ABOUT DCNU OKAY OKAY]

But look. You made this private for a reason, Ampora.

private;

[amoray]

All we ewer do when we talk nowadays is fuckin' embarrass ourselwes.

[beat.]

Unlike certain folk, I got an image worth tryin' to salwage.

private;

[enigmaestro]

You're getting at the point, albeit in the manner of an indecisive glacier.

private;

[amoray]

So? There isn't a point, like there newer fuckin' is with you; if we're goin' to be spittin' at each other, we're doin' it in priwate from now on.

[low, but still audible:]

You're newer goin' to back the fuck off anyway, so it ain't ewen worth askin' after.

private;

[enigmaestro]

It's not the attention you're shying away from -- you'd be angrier if I'd outright ignored you in favor of, say, Mitchell.

So it must be something else. It must be the manner of interaction, the antagonism, you want some control over it. You want it intimately on your terms.

private;

[amoray]

Can you quit makin' it sound like a fuckin' caliginous adwance?

[he raises his voice, but he doesn't deny the accusations.]

private;

[enigmaestro]

I'm only describing what is much too easy to deduce.

private;

[amoray]

I am not caliginous for you.

private;

[enigmaestro]

I didn't say you were. You're the one throwing around the word.

My description of your actions remains uncontested, however.