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WHO: eridan ampora and namora
WHERE: underwwater..........
WHEN: 7/11
WARNINGS: IRRITABLE SAD SEA PEOPLE??
SUMMARY: eridan gets out of jail. namora ports back in.
FORMAT: quick leave me 3 die
[it's almost kind of weird, when eridan gets out of his jumpsuit and into his (now out of season) clothes. when he puts on his rings again, taking comfort in their weight. he didn't come in with much, and honestly, the only thing he has left over after getting dressed is the purple and green patterned scarf in his fist.
he stares at it long and hard outside the superjail's gates. the urge to shred it is near irresistible. in fact, he almost wishes that he could lose control of his powers and not have to make the decision himself.
but that doesn't happen.
at length, he stows it in his jacket pocket and moves on, ambling on through the city. he considers it aimless; in reality, he just seems kind of lost. (he doesn't realize this until at least three adult humans ask if he needs directions in their ridiculously patronizing lusus-like manner.) there are people to call, friends to catch up with, coffee dates to have, moving to organize, and at the moment it all just seems too heavy. too much.
at length, he finds himself at the docks again, staring down into the murky water. the weight of rearranging everything he's built up in the past sweep rushes at him again, and in response he tips forward and lets the water rush at him instead. it's cold as ice and polluted, but it feels good against his gills.
he doesn't really think about the risks inherent in entering a domain that isn't his anymore, and probably never really was. his old haunting ground (the titanic wreck) calls to him.]
WHERE: underwwater..........
WHEN: 7/11
WARNINGS: IRRITABLE SAD SEA PEOPLE??
SUMMARY: eridan gets out of jail. namora ports back in.
FORMAT: quick leave me 3 die
[it's almost kind of weird, when eridan gets out of his jumpsuit and into his (now out of season) clothes. when he puts on his rings again, taking comfort in their weight. he didn't come in with much, and honestly, the only thing he has left over after getting dressed is the purple and green patterned scarf in his fist.
he stares at it long and hard outside the superjail's gates. the urge to shred it is near irresistible. in fact, he almost wishes that he could lose control of his powers and not have to make the decision himself.
but that doesn't happen.
at length, he stows it in his jacket pocket and moves on, ambling on through the city. he considers it aimless; in reality, he just seems kind of lost. (he doesn't realize this until at least three adult humans ask if he needs directions in their ridiculously patronizing lusus-like manner.) there are people to call, friends to catch up with, coffee dates to have, moving to organize, and at the moment it all just seems too heavy. too much.
at length, he finds himself at the docks again, staring down into the murky water. the weight of rearranging everything he's built up in the past sweep rushes at him again, and in response he tips forward and lets the water rush at him instead. it's cold as ice and polluted, but it feels good against his gills.
he doesn't really think about the risks inherent in entering a domain that isn't his anymore, and probably never really was. his old haunting ground (the titanic wreck) calls to him.]