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When; August 7, evening
Rating; PG probably?
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Summary; Eridan decides to skip the middleman and just go straight to Vriska to alchemise stuff!
Log; Eridan doesn't actually know where Vriska lives, but considering that everyone he knows including himself lives in Building 8, it isn't hard to make a guess. So after sneaking as quietly as he can manage through the hallways, he's now standing in front of what is probably Vriska's door, pondering whether or not to knock. He could be wrong, and he might barge into a place he doesn't want to, but conversely, knocking will draw more attention than he wants. Eventually, he just tries the doorknob, opens the door, and barges in, closing it behind him.

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Vriska's on her couch, watching one of her ridiculous Nic Cage movies when she hears the door open. She quickly slams the power button on the remote, because if it's a troll she'll never hear the end of it about her obsession with that rugged actor and Earth movies.

Hopping off the couch, she moves through the room to investigate who is in her hallway. Probably someone using the alchemiter. Karkat, maybe? Well, Eridan was definitely the last person she was expecting.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to pay me a visit. What do you want, Ampora?"

So many conflicted feelings. All of them. Eridan avoids his initial urge to complain to her about letting their kismessitude fall apart and gets straight to business.

"I need to use the alchemiter and I heard you havve one. Kan snapped my wwand in half and I'd already throwwn out Ahab's Crosshairs and all I havve noww are shitty pointless wweapons."

"I'm not hearing a pleeeeeeeease. First you barge into my hive and then you demand to use my property. Pretty rude if you ask me!"

But she turns and leads him down the hallway to the room housing the alchemiter anyway. Flipping on the light and leaning against the wall to wait for him to make whatever he had in mind.

He is not going to say please, Vriska, he is scowling so much right now. Following after, he takes out a blank card and starts making his rifle. He never bothered memorising the code of his wand, more fool him.

"So howw do you stand it?" he asks, semi-conversationally. "I mean, you havve to be the second-most hated troll here beside me."

"It helps when you don't care about anyone's opinion," she answers, though that's pretty much a lie. She does want her friends to like her, but she doesn't really know how to achieve that.

"Don't tell me you're agonizing over the fact that you're the most despicable thing here. What are you, a wriggler?"

Shruuuug. Like he doesn't care. But he's always been completely shit at hiding his emotions, so he's basically silently snarling.

"I'm hardly agonisin', it's just kind a' fuckin' irritatin' wwith them alwways comin' after me. That's part a' wwhat this is about, I don't like bein' defenceless wwith all a' them blamin' me for endin' the troll race."

...right, making the rifle. He'd kind of stopped.

She's rolling her eyes. Eridan's whining is definitely something she hasn't missed.

"Wow, welcome to the club. That's what happens when you kill a couple of their friends. You know, despite the fact it's a thing our species is expected to do anyway."

She's probably going to get hell from the other trolls for giving him the means to make a weapon, but whatever. It's not her problem. She's trying to do that thing where she stays out of conflict for John.

Everything finally set up and ready, and he activates the machine and alchemizes Ahab's Crosshairs, picking it up and hefting it before he captchalogues it.

"The matriorb doesn't fuckin' help, a' course." He's ready. He's done.

No, he's not done, he's here with Vriska.

"Vvris, can you at least givve me a fuckin' clue wwhat I did wwrong, I mean, wwe really had somethin' of a sevverely epic nature goin' on there for a wwhile."

Oh, great. She should have expected this to come up again. It always does with him. She rolls her eyes, sighing dramatically like this is the last thing she possibly wants to talk about.

"We already talked about this, Ampora. It ran its course! That's really all there is to say on the matter."

Eridan sneers, his chin up somewhat defensively. "You just fuckin' lost interest. It can't a' been for no fuckin' reason. I put a lot a' effort into that kismessissitude."

"And if I did lose interest? That'd be your fault for being too boring. Maybe you should have shaped up to be someone worth my hate."

Vriska shrugs like the whole thing is no big deal, and for her? It is.

Fuck her. Fuck. Eridan folds his arms high on his chest, ending up looking more sulky than anything. He hates he so fucking much, what a total bitch, argh. Feelings. Problems. Lack of understanding. Etc.

"Fine, I don't fuckin' need you anywway. I'vve found a replacement."

He sneers at her, and stalks off out of the room, swishy cape and all.

Vriska's feeling pretty smug right about now. Yeah, she can still get under his skin and that's awesome. She pokes her head out into the hallway, sneering.

"You're welcome for the gun, by the way!"

Eridan turned around, walking backwards, giving her the middle finger with both hands before he turned back around, nearly walked into a wall, and then stalked out. Suave.

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