Closing out of the tab, Eridan threw off his communicator glasses and blasted an angel outside his window straight out of the sky. There was no stopping either the tears running down his face nor the deep seeded vengeance growing inside his broken seadweller heart. Yet despite the endless rage and sadness compelling him to destroy everything in sight, the urge to fly himself over to Lopah won over all his other inclinations.
Blasting through Karkat's front door, he tearfully opened fire on several of the ugly, useless landweller shit lying around before whisking himself up the stairs. His wails made it sound like a violent, blubbery ghost had taken a break from chilling with Aradia and made itself home. Home, of course, being Kar's coon which Eridan dove into after blasting several other items for good measure.
Then, when all else was quiet, a series of glubby cries began bubbling up from the sopor.
Karkat had been preparing a cup of instant radiation unit noodles, comfortably swearing at the unit for burning them and totally unprepared for his front door to slam across the room in a solid ray of white light. Dropping his bowl and equipping his sickle in the same, instinctual movement, he was half in a crouch when he realized the door -- and the other blasts of light flinging around his block *blowing his shit up* -- were coming from the screeching, wailing thing that vaguely resembled his moirail. Who promptly flew past him, up the stairs, and slammed the door to his respiteblock.
Karkat froze, for a long minute, only moving when something hot and wet started soaking into his sock and realizing it was the grubdamned fucking noodles. Cursing, he shoved the sickle back away and took the stairs at a heavy stomp, building up a good headwind of rage and snarling at a stray blastmark on the wall. Kicking open the door, he looked around his fucked up repsiteblock before narrowing in on the coon and taking a deep, furious breath.
"WHAT IN THE SLURRY SHITTING WASTECHUTE OF THE MOTHERGRUB HAS CRAWLED INTO THE HOLLOWED OUT RIND YOU CALL A FUCKING SKULL AND DECIDED THAT THE BEST WAY TO DEAL WITH WHATEVER SELF-OBSESSED ADVENTURE INTO EGOTISM WE'RE HAVING TODAY WAS TRASHING MY PIECE OF SHIT HIVE AND COMPETING FOR ALTERNIA'S NEXT TOP HUNTEVISCORATOR?!??!?!!"( Read more... )