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[wwaterboy]

Characters: AU Eridan Ampora, The Grand Highblood Subjugglator, and Willow Rosenberg
Setting: The floor with the pool
Format: Whatever, I'll follow what you guys want to do
Summary: Eridan will probably sass the GHB, and Willow will hopefully rescue him.
Warnings: Violence and swearing

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[highbloods]

The highblood had a strange love hate relationship with large bodies of water. His hive had been built next to the ocean a long time ago when he had been a wriggler, where he would sit out on the beach and wait for who knows what. Originally he had waited for his lusus, a large land-water beast that sporadically visited him from time to time, but sometimes he'd forget what he was waiting for. He hasn't been near a large body of water in sweeps, his duty as a Subjugglator had sent him out far away and had occupied himself in a rather dry looking place on a planet

[wwaterboy]

Eridan wasn't a wriggler, actually. But he was a young adult, just nine sweeps, just past the age when he would have been removed from Alternia, if such measures actually existed in his universe. His eyes had turned a bright purple shade, and he'd reached nearly his full height, though his horns were still reasonably short compared to the type of length he could expect from a sea dweller's full lifetime.

He had numerous scars on his body as well. And a fairly strong danger sense.

As he dried himself off, he sauntered casually towards his clothing and bent as if to grab his pants. What he grabbed was his oyster-shucking knife, which he hid in his towel as he turned to regard the clown cultist watching him.

"You need somethin'?" he asked in a measured tone. Either this troll was barely higher than him on the hemospectrum, or slightly lower. Either way, there was no need to bow and scrape.

whoops i should probably know things like his age before writing /sob

[highbloods]

The Grand Highblood canted his head slightly at the sea dweller. He reminded him a lot of Dualscar, what with the horns, the stripe of purple hair, right down to the accent. A part of him felt like killing him just because of that association, but maybe it would be worth his while not to go around culling sea dwellers for no reason. Maybe he would prove to be an interesting one.

He straightened himself and approached him.

"Yeah," he replied, still watching him curiously. "What do you all call yourself, motherfucking sea dweller?"

It's fine, he probably couldn't tell

[wwaterboy]

Eridan eyed him without recognition, and pretended to go on drying off his arms while keeping his one hand hidden as it held the knife. "My name's Eridan Ampora, but there's another one in the towwer wwho's younger than me, so don't be associating me wwith him, if you'vve met him already."

He paused. "You a clowwn cultist, then? Not that there's anythin' wwrong wwith that."