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.

Comments

private, voice.

[amoray]

You'd think after a fuckin' sweep a bein' around me that he would of figured it out by now. Or would'we at least awoided such a goddamn ungainly as fuck faux pas.

[it's bizarre - he can't talk to eddie, and he won't tell ruka or quentin or klarion almost any of his problems because he needs to save face. felicia is too heavily tangled up with eddie to not take sides, and selina doesn't even remember him. and namora is... well, namora.

karkat is the only one left who's even making an effort now, and eridan finds himself taking comfort in the nostalgia of whining endlessly about dumb shit and not taking any of karkat's advice. it's kind of nice.

he sighs.]

Suppose he can't help it, though. He was hatched a member a the proletariat, after all.

private, voice. this is even worse than when they scream at each other

[crab]

If there's anything I've gathered about the guy, the amount of arrogance he leaks all over the place when he drags his unsightly ass into a memo is downright obscene. People like that tend to think they have shit all figured out even when it's painfully obvious they don't know jack.

[ he huffs a little. ]

What are you going to do now?

private, voice. GIVE IT A COUPLE OF COMMENTS

[amoray]

I dunno.

[it's honest, a little unsure; he notices near immediately, and follows it up with:]

Focusin' on this Wulcanus shit, most likely. My bein' the diplomatic representatiwe a Alternia and a kickass lord a the seas and whatnot, I figure the land dwellers could use my adwice.

private, voice. its too late im already ruined

[crab]

[ that... is actually a lot better than karkat had been assuming. but then, karkat tends to assume the worst of eridan these days; with good reason. the one time he hadn't, the one time he had given him a fraction of faith, he'd come away from it as a corpse. he refuses to make the same mistake again.

he scoffs, scornfully, but without the same malice he tended towards lately. far too much like old times. ]

Seriously? You, diplomatic representative of Alternia? If you legitimately start painting yourself as a symbol of our race I'm pretty sure everyone remaining will permanently seize up out of collective embarrassment. They'll think we're all scarfsucking hipsters with awful taste.