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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VOICE

[amoray]

What's honestly goin' to stop them? Folk up in Washinton or what the fuck ewer place you humans keep your diplomats, they ain't goin' to care about the comfort a some freaks who wreck ewerythin' and murder a whole fuckin' lot a people all routine-like.

[MAKING CHILDREN SAD ISN'T QUITE AS SATISFYING AS ORPHANING THEM

BUT IT'S PRETTY CLOSE]

VOICE

[weightoftheworld]

Real superheroes don't do any of that stuff! And just what right do you have to judge, anyway, if you're not even from Earth!?

[ careful Eridan, if you don't watch yourself you might find yourself on the receiving end of. . .

A VERY STERNLY-WORDED LECTURE ABOUT CIVIL RIGHTS ]

VOICE

[amoray]

I been on this shithole rock you call a planet for nearly a sweep now, wiggler, I think I got the right to start jawin' about its qualities by now.

[A DISMISSIVE LITTLE HAND WAVE too bad this is voice and that went completely lost. weh.]

Real superheroes, what the fuck ewer that is, ain't exactly goin' to be trustworthy when it comes down to hawin' the ability to rip your fuckin' arms off in a heated situation.

VOICE

[weightoftheworld]

They are trustworthy! Superheroes do good work! I don't care what you say otherwise--and other people shouldn't, either!

[ but, what if they do. . . ]

VOICE

[amoray]

Better get your fuckin' optic globes clear before long, kid. 'Specially in the kinda enwironment where people hate your fuckin' guts for no reason other than you bein' one a us.

That kinda optimism is gonna get you killed.

VOICE

[weightoftheworld]

[ that one hits a nerve. ]

Shut up! Just SHUT UP--you don't even know what you're talking about!

[ except, that's often exactly how things worked back home, so how can here be any different? ]

VOICE

[amoray]

How old are you, wiggler?

[oh man he never gets to condescend to people younger than him

awwesome]

VOICE

[weightoftheworld]

That's--that's none of your business! It's not like you sound much older'n me, anyway!

[ the question does make him bite his tongue before shouting again, though: no way he's about to let this jerkface call him the immature one. ]

VOICE

[amoray]

Well, I'm just about sewen and a half sweeps myself - that means you gotta be somewhere around... fiwe? Maybe fiwe and a half. That's twelwe to humans.

I'd suggest puttin' your big troll pants on and gettin' ready for a fuckin' shitstorm, kid, 'cos we got one brewin' on the horizon. And I get the feelin' it ain't gonna be particularly fair.

VOICE

[weightoftheworld]

[ Alex has no idea what 'sweeps' are supposed to be, but he definitely knows when he's being dissed. he has to stop himself again from shouting into the comm. ]

I'm thirteen--not like it matters! [ we are so a big kid B| ] And you sound an awful lot like you know something's gonna happen--or is that all talk?