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eridan ampora | prince of hope

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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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Eridan.

I could kill anyone I needed to.

Just like you.

Just like me.

[it comes out... uncomfortable. almost kind of conflicted on whether or not to be satisfied by that phrase.]

So there you are. Happy? You have your answers, your assurance.

Probably the only thing you can have now.

Yeah. Fine.

[beat.]

You want to talk shit, you make sure it's priwate or I'm hangin' up on you. And I know how much you hate bein' ignored.

Almost as much as you hate, right?

So. When are you getting a new moirail?

I don't need a moirail. Ain't worth the breakup.

[DEEPEST BLACK PITS OF BITTERNESS]

You miss the connection, surely? The deep meaning that only you are privy to?

I miss gougin' the eyes outta people who irritate me, too.

Doesn't mean I still hang onto habits that ain't no longer wieldy at this point a my life.

So, what then? Just the pursuit of kismeses and matesprits for you?

Apparently.

You people, you and her both - you did nothin' but make it worse anyhow.

[A beat.

A long beat.]

Maybe.

Useless fuckin' shithole of a quadrant anyway.

Oh, well, if I knew you felt that way. Perhaps I should have ended it sooner?

Maybe so.

Might of been able to find myself a real mentor instead of wastin' my time with you.

Oh right, all of those real mentors simply clamoring to tutor you in their clandestine ways.

How could I forget about these nonexistent people?

Please. You got plenty a people desperate enough to fuck you ower that they'd put up with me for as long as I felt like botherin'.

[it's incriminating, that put up with me, an obvious chip in his armor; he can't take it back now though, so he decides to try and distract eddie from it.]

You think Bond would be interestin' in hearin' about that little hobby a yours hidden all nice and quiet down by the harbor?

To inform Bond of my hobby would be to court the malice of Norman Osborn. And, I don't know if you've noticed, but Norman is without a doubt more comfortable with torture and murder than even I am.

I'm sure he'd be more than willing to put up with you, if you piss him off.

"Oh don't you ewen think about fuckin' with me, 'cos my caliginous boyfriend is gonna come ower and kick your ass if you do."

Sounds about right, actually.

That isn't what I said!

[That is pretty much exactly what he said.]

I'm pretty sure it's what you meant.

Then again, I ain't no kinda psychosomatic specialist or anythin'. Maybe we oughta call in Crane for his esteemed opinion?

[A sharp turn:]

Have you been speaking with Jon?

Maybe. [nope.] Why, you worried we're goin' to throw ourselwes into a goddamn righteous mess a cahoots or somethin'?

He would very clearly abuse the opportunity to manipulate you only to get at me. You'd be making yourself a willing pawn.

There's no way.

[a beat. then, attempting a similar quick change of subject since he's totally right anyway:]

I don't put myself in cahoots with just anybody anyhow. Particularly not some second-stringer psycho outta Gotham.

Well.

I was on the scene before Crane.

[BECAUSE CRANE WAS COMMANDEERING ARKHAM WHEN EDDIE WAS ON THE SCENE but details.]

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