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[ He was dead. He was enjoying be--well. Not really. It sucked having a huge scar going all the way across his stomach and being forced to re-live everything in dream bubbles. Tremendously. But when he sat up, rubbed his ganderbulbs, and got an eyeful of this unfamiliar setting, it still wouldn't click that apparently being dead was not what he was doing any more. His dream-self was dead, after all. There was just no way he could be alive. ]

Just wuh-what the flyin' fuck is goin on here!? This newer happened!

[ This never happened to him. It wasn't a memory, and he was not pleased, if the indignant frustration and haughty demand in his voice was any indication. An--WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ATROCITY ON HIS BODY? He didn't even get to notice there was an open compact on the bed, recording him. He wouldn't realize there was a paper on the bed saying something about replacing Ares, or that his new hivemates were some cats and Guinevere. Whoever those assholes were. He just jumped off the bed and started flipping out, holding up a fold of the white-drapes-greeks-tried-to-pass-as-clothes while just..staring at them incredulously. He also wouldn't yet notice his scar was gone, or that his eyes were yellow and silver again.

He then immediately ran for what looked like the closet and started tearing through it. Leather body armor and sandals started flying past the compact. ]

Wuh-what is all this hideous shit!? These ain't my clothes, this is gaudy fuckin' horseshit a carpenter drone wuh-wouldn't ewen touch wuh-with a shit-encrusted showel!! Seriously, as if gettin' killed by some glowuh-win' asshole wuh-wasn't bad enough, but nowuh-wuh the uniwerse has personally taken it upon itself'a torture me more wuh-with these fuckin'...peasant rags!? [ Woe be unto Eridan. ]

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[Normally Alanna avoids the video feature on these. She's not quite sure she trusts it, but this? This might be a little too good.]

Welcome to this island. Supposedly, you're dressed like a 'Greek'.

[ The fuck was that.

He stopped throwing all the useless crap across the room he was stuck in--okay so the room's decorum wasn't as bad as the clothes, but still--and stared towards the bed. Where this voice came from. He squinted hard at this little pink.. thing on the bed, cause it sounded like that's what it came from. ]

Who fuckin' said that? I swuh-wear to god if you're bein' a creeper an hidin' under that..wuh-whatever-it-is or somethin, I'll showe wuh-one a these spears through. [ He was curious and receptive, but defensive about it since he was so worked up. Also, he seemed to have trouble with most syllables involving a hard 'w'..sucks to be him. ] An' wuh-what the fuck is a 'Greek'?

Look for a pink thing. It's some kind of... scrying device.

[Alanna is shrugging.] A culture or nationality, I'm assuming. The Rulers of this island have decided you're filling in the role of... some Greek, mythic hero or some such.

Oh, that thin'. [ Grumbling something under his breath, he went over and scooped it up after the confirmation. The screen would tilt this way and that, zipping past a grey, black, and orange blur of colors as he inspected it. With disdain.

Finally it settled on a grey-skinned face, the auxiliary violet gills on his neck actually visible for once. ] I don't remember alchemizin' anythin' like this, it's gaudy as fuck. Wuh-whatewer..

Okay, so who are Greeks, and wuh-what assholes think they hawe any right tellin me wuh-what stupid fairy tale part I hawe'ta play like some stupid wuh-wiggler. Not that they got it wruh-wrong or anythin, I mean I am a pretty big fuckin' deal.

[Alanna looks distinctly unamused at Eridan's ego.] I've no idea; it's no culture native to my home, after all.

The Rulers are-- godlike beings, near as I can tell. Complaining to them is... ill-advised, but should you want to try direct action, they would be the ones to talk to, I suppose.

There are others here who have a better understanding of what is occurring than I do. I simply advise finding better clothing.

[ And he is clearly oblivious to her lack of interest in said ego. ] Wuh-well if they brought me here the least they could'a done is be gracious fuckin' hosts, but I guess that's too much to ask'a anywuh-one. So howuh-wuh do I tell them I need better clothes than wuh-wearin' stupid curtains? This is unacceptable for a troll'a my noble standin's.

Great. So basically, all you can tell me is that this I'm supposed'a be some fuckin' greek thin, but you don't ewen knowuh-wuh wuh-what that is? Or howuh-wuh to ewen get decent clothin' around here. Thanks. [ He huffed with an exasperated sigh, half-pouting. Why were humans always so difficult? He just wanted to be dead and sulk, not play along with these weird dreambubble shenanigans. ]

Wuh-well maybe there's somethin' in one'a these books or somethin' since you're not helpin', here.

As if they haven't taken nobility whose family lines date back to the Book of Gold.

[Alanna smiles a bit. It's not a nice smile.] I was going to tell you where you could find clothing better than that bedsheet, but just for the attitude you're giving me, I won't.

Wuh-what's a 'Book a Gold'? All I knowuh-wuh is that I'm stuck here lookin' like a peasant wuh-wearin a glorified fuckin' root wegetable sack, okay?

[ Oh, but then she started to be coy with him. He was already having a bad enough day as it is, and he was even trying to be nice and civilized, like a good representative of his race! But nooo. ] Wuh-what the fuck? [ He snapped back a bit, cocking a stern attitude.]

Look, I didn't do anythin'. You're the wuh-one sittin there playin' coy an stupid, an not giwin' me anythin' a go off of, here. This 'Greek' stuff ain't part a my culture, I'd fuckin' knowuh-wuh, so obwiously it's part a yours, an' for wuh-whatewer reason, you're wuh-withholdin' information from me just to make my un-life harder than it already is. The least you could do is tell me since I'm bein' fuckin ciwil here!

[ Oh. Hi, Ares. Are you starting to wake up? ]

I am Lord Alan of Trebond. My family is one of the oldest in Tortall. I am not a 'Greek', nor are they from my world. You make arrogant assumptions and throw your weight around as if behaving like a spoiled brat princeling will gain you anything- and I know a prince on personal terms. He is not nearly so much the arrogant fathead that you are being.

[Alanna is glaring, also wow her eyes are purple.] Should you seek answers to your questions from someone likely to tolerate your attitude better, you undisciplined brat, I suggest you speak to Daemon Spade. That is all the information I will give you until you treat me with the respect I am owed. [Alanna's slamming the communicator shut quite definitively.]

[ Oh shit, she was angry, and look at that purple. If she wasn't a human he'd be pretty impressed.

Wait was she human nobility, too? It didn't really matter, cause his thoughts were drowned out but a suddenly flaring temper, partly courtesy of the god of war he'd replaced. Though Ares only made his temper much worse than it already was. Typically he'd just be pretty defensive and start spewing out insults, but he'd be pretty haughty about the obvious black advances, othewise. ] Listen here you dirt-grubbin' piece a shit, I care who you think you are, but I'm a--!!

[ She cut the feed! That pretentious asshole! He just let out a frustrated, dramatically inclined snarl and threw the stupid thing on his bed, not even looking at it a second longer. Oh no, he wasn't returning her obvious black solicitations, he was just platonically pissed. ]

[There was no way Nepeta couldn't have heard the fuss he was making even if she hadn't checked the network to see his accidental post. There had to be further investigation.

Last time Nepeta had had a fairly decent conversation with him but then he up and disappeared. Now, he seemed to be back to his angry ... Eridan self. Well that made her feel 100% unsure again. So, much like she had done with Smile, she peeked into Eridan's room from the doorway without knocking and just squinted, watching him.]

[ Eridan was still just kinda jerking around through the closet after yelling into the communicator and throwing it down, clearly still pissed and riled up. He was just trying to be a good fucking ambassador for their race and keep up the conversation, not like he even started anything. She just got pissy and started yelling at him for no reason, and out of the fucking blue, she starts coming on to him.

He doesn't need this shit--screw the quadrants right now--he needs to know what the fuck he's doing in this weird place and why this is all happening, first. Why can't he just have a peaceful afterlife? What bullshit-tastic deity thought he deserved this torture!?

God, this stupid Greek or whatever he was can't dress for SHIT, even if these weapons aren't that bad--WHAT THE FUCK WAS HER PROBLEM? ]

Edited 2012-05-28 22:37 (UTC)

[ Wait.

He felt eyes on him. He stopped digging around for anything decent and stared into the closet. ]

[ He stood upright suddenly to see just what the fuck was making that little feeling nag at him like that, and who was interrupting him now.

Oh. Oh it was Nepeta, and wow way to be happy to see another troll in this stupid place, let alone possibly the only respectable highblood that bothered with any of you low bloods--and Feferi didn't count, she can't not like anyone. Eridan just gave her a hard, thin-lipped stare, trying to be indignant about seeing her here. He could've thought of a lot of better trolls that could greet him, but she would just have to do.

~~Nepeta. Yes, another troll! Eridan needs some lifeline to sanity up in here.~~ ] Okay, are you goin' a keep starin like some awe-struck nosy-body, or are you goin' a make yourself useful an tell me wuh-what the fuck is goin on here? Clearly I can't trust a human'a tell me anythin useful.

[UGH, that attitude. Nepeta stuck out her tongue because they are both very very mature here.] You were throwing such a pawful fit, I didn't want to interrupt.

And maybe if you weren't so rude ...! [But since he asked and she was, maybe, just a little happy to see another troll besides Karkat, Nepeta let herself more into the room to answer.] You're in Arcanarum. The Rulers gave you a letter that you purrobably should have read. It'll tell you who you're replacing.

[Oh look. Fresh meat. You know, the only thing making this less amazing was that it was the Rulers behind this and not his doing.]

Truly, your suffering is vast and manifold.

[He's only mostly keeping a straight face and a level tone, at least enough for it to be "typical smug for him" instead of too obviously finding this thoroughly hilarious.]

Shut up, herbivore.

Holy shit. Well excuuuuuuse me, princess.

Allow me to explain that you are now taking on the role of whoever you are dressed as. You can thank the Rulers for that.

Edited 2012-05-29 01:38 (UTC)

Dude... you could'a just said your clothes were bad.

[Like... damn dude. That's a huge rant.]

At least you have clothes?

You are being undisciplined, herbivore. Cease your tirade before I find you and end you.

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