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[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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[amoray]

Neat.

[drawled in the most derisively unimpressed manner possible JUST TO BE IRRITATING.]

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[enigmaestro]

Which implies I'm first-string, so there. [SPOKEN IN ONE BREATH, PARTIALLY CONCERNED THAT ERIDAN DIDN'T GET IT.] But really, as much as you hem and haw over your moirail necessity, the fact of the matter is really rather unavoidable: you need one. Get one.

[See, he did take Karkat's advice seriously.]

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[amoray]

Yeah, I got that.

And I don't want one.

[SO PETULANT.]

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[enigmaestro]

No, I don't think you understand. I am making you have one.

[SO SUBTLY DONE.]

Sure, it can't feasibly be a moirail half as good as I was, but I think we can make that small compromise. If you don't procure a list, right now, I will start picking people.

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[amoray]

[a sharp, mocking bark of laughter!! so there!!!!!!!]

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[enigmaestro]

Quentin Quire. April Ludgate. Alberto Falcone.

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[amoray]

Too chaotic. Too sarcastic. Too... who the fuck is that guy?

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[enigmaestro]

Falcone? You'd like him. The shrimp of a big fish family, and yet the only one with any real teeth.

[ALSO NAMED HOLIDAY LMAO LAAAME]

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[amoray]

The blatant fish punnin' isn't endearin' me to any cause a yours.

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[enigmaestro]

You used to love it.

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[amoray]

I used to like you, too.

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[enigmaestro]

I could say the exact same thing.

[A beat. WOOOOOAAAAH EMOTIONS.]

Daken, then. Green Arrow. Starscream.

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[amoray]

I don't know who any a those goddamn people are.

Maybe if you don't feel like bein' a contiliatory force in my life, you oughta quit actin' like it. Quit tryin' to make sure I'm pacified, quit coddlin' me, quit fish punnin' at me like we're still fuckin' friends, and quit pretendin' you giwe a shit.

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[enigmaestro]

[I obviously do still give a shit, he could have said. Why would I be talking to you now, if I didn't? How is any of that logical? He could have said that Should of said that.

But he didn't.]

Did you really say coddling before hooking me for fish puns? Seems a bit of an artifishal concern.

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[amoray]

Stop.

[it's stern, humorless - maybe even a little bit angry.]

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[enigmaestro]

Easy, boy. You're letting me bait you.

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[amoray]

I'm gettin' ready to fuckin' hang up on you.

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[enigmaestro]

I'm sure you think you are. But you haven't actually done that now, have you? No -- you're still focused on me. You still want answers that I have spent months dodging.

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[amoray]

Considerin' I'm not gettin' 'em outta you with anythin' short of a pair a pliers and a free afternoon, I ain't exactly hopin' for much.

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[enigmaestro]

[A laugh!]

What a turn of phrase. Would torturing me make you feel better?

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[amoray]

That's a stupid question.

[which is purposefully vaguely phrased but he knows eddie knows it means YES DUH.]

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[enigmaestro]

Do you want a go at it?

[TRAP TRAP TRAP TRAP IT'S A TRAP]

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[amoray]

Equally stupid question.

[NOT GOIN 4 IT]

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[enigmaestro]

True. There's no way you could manage it without me allowing it, and you probably don't like patronizing torture.

I mean, wasn't that your relationship with Gamzee in a nutshell?

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[amoray]

All fiwe incredibly goddamn regettable minutes of it, I suppose.

Ain't mutual torture the spirit a kismesis, though? What do you and Norm do to each other?