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[amoray]

So.

Any a you ewer had a nemesis before? Like fated fuckin' contentiousness, always gettin' up each others' gills doin' shit just to irritate 'em, duelin' to practically the death, maybe makin' out a little, that kinda thing.

See, I'm in the market for just that particular arrangement, and while I'm personally a master of the bellicose arts and don't need any adwice or nothin', I obwiously got a wested interest in how humans go about poorly imitatin' the quadrant. What with my bein' the main troll-human confidante in these parts and such.

[he pronounces it "con-fee-dawn-tay". also he means intermediary.]

Despite most of you bein' from a society bearin' a sewerely inferior romance system and therefore gettin' your emotions all scrambled up wrong from the get-go 'cos of it, I'd appreciate hearin' some personal tales.

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[enigmaestro]

Really. You're just outright soliciting, just like that? For a nemesis? Because that doesn't imply all the wrong things, surely.

[centurybaby]

Maybe he's fucking lonely.

[enigmaestro]

Oh, there's not question, but I had hoped he could manage the effort to at least feign dignity.

[centurybaby]

You might have to explain "dignity" to him first.

[enigmaestro]

Can't say I haven't tried, but you know what they say about a stubborn pupil.

[Oh he's dancing close with this one.]

He's hopeless in the matter.

[centurybaby]

Some people just have no fucking respect for father figures.

[enigmaestro]

I -- [A beat.] I wouldn't say I'm that to him, anymore.

[Casually regards how public this is.]

To any notable degree.

[centurybaby]

Not anymore, huh.

[crab]

If the amount of whining about it he used to do is anything to go on he really, really is.

[centurybaby]

Boo fucking hoo, maybe he should be less of a dick then.

[crab]

That's what I keep telling him! Apparently he has this grave ear disorder where anything vaguely resembling good advice dissolves upon contact and all he hears is bluh bluh Eridan I am totally hitting on you right now. Sad, really.

[centurybaby]

I hear a good beating clears that sort of shit right up.

[crab]

With anyone else, yeah. But if he thinks you're waxing black for him that kind of shit is only going to encourage him. I think his lusus dropped him on his cranial globe when he was a grub or something.

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[amoray]

Well, precious darlin' ex-moirail a mine and constant pain in my fuckin' ass, if you'd actually listened to anythin' I just went to the trouble of sayin' there you'd know I'm only lookin' into human examples.

But since the both a us know you got no capability for doin' anythin' makin' a lick a sense, I suppose I ain't got the right to blame you.

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[enigmaestro]

[For the first time in perhaps a while (given that so many of their conversations are actually text-based), Edward looks irate. He takes off his purple sunglasses, clenching fingers over them, threatening their shape.]

Falsehood, about the sense. You are. Mistaken.

You don't just solicit a nemesis or related information, Eridan, you unforgivable rube. It's tacky! It's degrading and it's desperate. You go out and you target someone like a self-respecting individual. I mean, really, what are you the caliber of here, Cluemaster?

Have you learned nothing?

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[amoray]

Are you goin' deaf, or are you just gettin' slow? I wasn't solicitin' shit.

[a surly beat. he's really working this whole PUBLICLY ENEMIES angle.]

And if I learned nothin', it must of been 'cos you were so shitty at ewerythin' you did concernin' us.

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[enigmaestro]

I'm going neither, which isn't something I can say for you -- are you even listening to yourself? You're soliciting information, personal information concerning intimate rivalries. Incriminating information, good luck with that, rudeness aside.

[Eddie, meanwhile, seems to have little trouble gliding into the guise. Or what is arguably a guise.

He's had some time to think, since their last conversation, and reflect. Unclenching his glasses, he attempts to reconstruct the hinges that were loosened.]

Well that's another falsehood. I was the only thing keeping you sane, it seems, and dignified.

[A sneer:] Look at you now.

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[amoray]

Look at me? Look at you. You're harassin' somebody who ain't none a your concern like you been for fuckin' months now, not that anybody apparently giwes a shit about my own personal comfort or anythin', with no signs a lettin' go already.

And considerin' kismesis is a natural fuckin' troll affair, I got more of a right than anybody to be askin' about it.

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[enigmaestro]

[Glasses, fixed, and sliding up his nose just so he can look over them at the camera.]

You're muddying the waters, and quite flippantly. Although some cases of a nemesis and a kismesis may parallel or even overlap, it's not a perfect standard. It's case by case. You have no appreciation or understanding of the human concept, so you are in fact unqualified to ask for information you may not be able to process.

It just seems like a waste of everyone's time.

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[acrossyourpath]

Do you know what's put him in the mood to get killed this time?

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[enigmaestro]

[Uh oh the matesprit.]

Me? What -- how would I know?

[Wow well, no one would believe him admitting ignorance on something, well played Felicia.]

What?

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[acrossyourpath]

Well?

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[enigmaestro]

He wants attention. Is why.

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[acrossyourpath]

Yours?

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[enigmaestro]

[He takes off his glasses again.]

Now why would you say that?