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Eridan Ampora flushed a mortified purple. His dramatic show of threatening authority seemed dumb in even HIS deluded eyes now that he knew he was talking to an old acquaintance, especially one of an important (although still low and dry) caste. He withdrew his gun into the null of his deck and bowed curtly at his thin waist, a sharp sneer twitching below his pointed nose, which flared a bit in equal disgust as the troll forced out a somewhat genuine apology. 

“Oh, Kan.” He said as sweet as paving tar “Forgivve me, I couldn’t recognize you wwithout the aid a’ muddy green text an’ maternal condescension”.

He activated the card of his treasure map and presented it proudly, explaining in short but exaggerated detail how he has been following it, and the end is marked plainly as being on “...This vvegetation infested rock, or I’m a thumbeast’s Lusus.”

A Hunt For Treasure

”And thus, in a sweep of bright red feelings and mating debauchery, the cursed Drinker and her starry-eyed thrall were joined in a semi-permanent union of pity and romance, joyfully doomed to wander the cold land of undeath in four-cornered bliss.”

Kanaya read the last excerpt of her book with a plaintive sigh, closing the heavy covers on her lap to properly finish the literary experience. She looked around herself with wide golden eyes, drawn back suddenly into the “real world” after god knows how many hours (or days) of being withdrawn in a lovely extravagant fantasy of romance, mystery, and adventure. She found herself sitting on a carved stump, smoothed and shaped carefully to almost resemble a chair. The wooden throne sat upon soft white shores of the Jadeblood’s private garden home, just on the brink of a rustling blanket of short green grass, and it overlooked the calm tropical sea like the seat of a stoic island guard, ever vigilant. Kanaya, however, was not vigilant. She was Much too busy in her book to notice black sails billowing in the wind and creeping toward her home from far beyond the gentle crests the girl often splashed in. 

Kanaya squinted into the horizon and fixed her failing shoulder strap. She never had a visitor before, and was not quite sure what to think of the approaching vessel. The tropical seadwellers who inhabited the eastern ocean around her home left her alone to swim below in the colorful reefs below, quite uninterested in the solitary girl pattering about onshore. But now an imperial engine-less warship was closing in out of the wide blue, and Kanaya froze in uncertainty and fear.

Highbloods from the cold north would have enough sense to keep her alive, right? No profit in killing the ONLY Caretaker of the Brood, right? Such reassurances did little to calm Kanaya’s boiling nerves, and she fidgeted with the book on her lap as the mysterious boat crashed noisily into the pale sand, only a short distance from where she sat worrying and confused.

The ship was large and made of dark wood and brass brackets. It had patches of newer timber that suggested many a previous hull injury, and it’s main sail was black and imposing like a shadow of uncertainty over the small and unaware girl. It bore a small flag of violet and white upon the mast, and the jagged jaw-like symbol upon it caused Kanaya’s discomfort to peak. This was the craft of a seadweller, certainly, No doubt there. And they are unpredictable, at best. The gangplank dropped and Kanaya sprang to her feet, clutching the large leatherbound book to her chest with both arms as if it would protect her from whatever glubbed within the intruding craft. 

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Eridan lowered his rifle and sneered condescendingly at the girl. Her groveling itched a scratch to be praised that stung deep in his royal soul, and he was all too ready to forget his mission and be worshiped by a pretty young lowblood, as was his role so far above her. He tossed his hand indignantly and scoffed, a mean smile twitching on his thin black lips.

“Wwell, noww you can tell all your little friends that you havve come face to face wwith the Prince a’ Angels, Eridan Ampora! An’ livved, if you continue to play your cards right...” He laughed a dark laugh at the last comment.

“So, wwhat do you knoww about a’ ancient treasure buried somewwhere on this dirty rock?”

A Hunt For Treasure

”And thus, in a sweep of bright red feelings and mating debauchery, the cursed Drinker and her starry-eyed thrall were joined in a semi-permanent union of pity and romance, joyfully doomed to wander the cold land of undeath in four-cornered bliss.”

Kanaya read the last excerpt of her book with a plaintive sigh, closing the heavy covers on her lap to properly finish the literary experience. She looked around herself with wide golden eyes, drawn back suddenly into the “real world” after god knows how many hours (or days) of being withdrawn in a lovely extravagant fantasy of romance, mystery, and adventure. She found herself sitting on a carved stump, smoothed and shaped carefully to almost resemble a chair. The wooden throne sat upon soft white shores of the Jadeblood’s private garden home, just on the brink of a rustling blanket of short green grass, and it overlooked the calm tropical sea like the seat of a stoic island guard, ever vigilant. Kanaya, however, was not vigilant. She was Much too busy in her book to notice black sails billowing in the wind and creeping toward her home from far beyond the gentle crests the girl often splashed in. 

Kanaya squinted into the horizon and fixed her failing shoulder strap. She never had a visitor before, and was not quite sure what to think of the approaching vessel. The tropical seadwellers who inhabited the eastern ocean around her home left her alone to swim below in the colorful reefs below, quite uninterested in the solitary girl pattering about onshore. But now an imperial engine-less warship was closing in out of the wide blue, and Kanaya froze in uncertainty and fear.

Highbloods from the cold north would have enough sense to keep her alive, right? No profit in killing the ONLY Caretaker of the Brood, right? Such reassurances did little to calm Kanaya’s boiling nerves, and she fidgeted with the book on her lap as the mysterious boat crashed noisily into the pale sand, only a short distance from where she sat worrying and confused.

The ship was large and made of dark wood and brass brackets. It had patches of newer timber that suggested many a previous hull injury, and it’s main sail was black and imposing like a shadow of uncertainty over the small and unaware girl. It bore a small flag of violet and white upon the mast, and the jagged jaw-like symbol upon it caused Kanaya’s discomfort to peak. This was the craft of a seadweller, certainly, No doubt there. And they are unpredictable, at best. The gangplank dropped and Kanaya sprang to her feet, clutching the large leatherbound book to her chest with both arms as if it would protect her from whatever glubbed within the intruding craft. 

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Eridan checked his map and bearings for the hundredth time that evening, the waning light of the harsh sun giving him little direction to work with until the stars showed themselves in a few hours. He measured his location and raised his periscope to double check what he calculated. Yes, he was right, as usual. His destination was looming on the horizon like a studded blemish on the sea, and Eridan Ampora gave himself a metaphorical pat on the back for his cunning navigating. 

The map the Prince was following was no standard seachart, no. This was an ancient map to promised riches and adventure! He had “acquired” the map from his FLARPing partner during a chaotic raid, certain that it was written as a memory of horded gold by his ruthless ancestor, the Orphaner Dualscar. Even if it wasn’t ol’ Dualscar’s treasure, better to have gold in the claws of royalty than some pirate-wannabe harlot like Serket,

Eridan captchaloged what he would need once at shore, including the old map and his trusty weapon, and a bottle of stiff Blueblooded Rum for celebration when he found his destined mark. As his ship met with the sand of the exotic island, the young man laughed to himself in an arrogant and stuffy way.

“Oh ho! If only Mindfang could see me noww! A fist full a’ treasure, an’ all of it for ME!”

Eridan was used to the fists and private treasure being flaunted the other way around, and his long-deserved view from the top was quite spectacular as he lowered the plank for his departure with Ahab in arm.

The low sun caused the Highblood to balk and shade his eyes with his long slender hand as he took in the first look upon the promised island. Trees. Lots of trees. Flowers carefully tended and full hedges shaped to look like quadrant symbols and twisting helixs dotted the soft grass only a few meters away from the white sand, and it was immediately obvious to Eridan that this remote location was not uninhabited as he had hoped. A path of smooth white stones lead deeper into the undergrowth, and an arch of well managed flowered vines stood as a welcoming doorway into the island.

“Aww, FUCK. If there’s any bloody old treasure here, it’s probably been up an’ swwiped by the fuckin’ locals by NOWW!” He whined at his misfortune, taking a late notice to a quaking girl off his port side. The Prince snarled and readied his weapon, marching off the plank to interrogate the poor Troll, and maybe take his disappointment out in a violent way.

“You there! Girl!” He haughtily hissed, standing up tall in front of her with flared fins to assert his blood and superiority. “Wwhat are you DOIN’, just standin’ there wwith your fuckin’ gaper unhinged like some sorta dumb unawware blowwfish? Nevver seen royalty before or somethin’?”

A Hunt For Treasure

”And thus, in a sweep of bright red feelings and mating debauchery, the cursed Drinker and her starry-eyed thrall were joined in a semi-permanent union of pity and romance, joyfully doomed to wander the cold land of undeath in four-cornered bliss.”

Kanaya read the last excerpt of her book with a plaintive sigh, closing the heavy covers on her lap to properly finish the literary experience. She looked around herself with wide golden eyes, drawn back suddenly into the “real world” after god knows how many hours (or days) of being withdrawn in a lovely extravagant fantasy of romance, mystery, and adventure. She found herself sitting on a carved stump, smoothed and shaped carefully to almost resemble a chair. The wooden throne sat upon soft white shores of the Jadeblood’s private garden home, just on the brink of a rustling blanket of short green grass, and it overlooked the calm tropical sea like the seat of a stoic island guard, ever vigilant. Kanaya, however, was not vigilant. She was Much too busy in her book to notice black sails billowing in the wind and creeping toward her home from far beyond the gentle crests the girl often splashed in. 

Kanaya squinted into the horizon and fixed her failing shoulder strap. She never had a visitor before, and was not quite sure what to think of the approaching vessel. The tropical seadwellers who inhabited the eastern ocean around her home left her alone to swim below in the colorful reefs below, quite uninterested in the solitary girl pattering about onshore. But now an imperial engine-less warship was closing in out of the wide blue, and Kanaya froze in uncertainty and fear.

Highbloods from the cold north would have enough sense to keep her alive, right? No profit in killing the ONLY Caretaker of the Brood, right? Such reassurances did little to calm Kanaya’s boiling nerves, and she fidgeted with the book on her lap as the mysterious boat crashed noisily into the pale sand, only a short distance from where she sat worrying and confused.

The ship was large and made of dark wood and brass brackets. It had patches of newer timber that suggested many a previous hull injury, and it’s main sail was black and imposing like a shadow of uncertainty over the small and unaware girl. It bore a small flag of violet and white upon the mast, and the jagged jaw-like symbol upon it caused Kanaya’s discomfort to peak. This was the craft of a seadweller, certainly, No doubt there. And they are unpredictable, at best. The gangplank dropped and Kanaya sprang to her feet, clutching the large leatherbound book to her chest with both arms as if it would protect her from whatever glubbed within the intruding craft. 

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The lights of the tavern flickered as Eridan was joined by his empress and her stoic (and sweaty) guard. His dull gold eyes were heavy lidded and accented with dark circles, a certain grumpy atmosphere exuded blandly from just his tired ocular orbs alone. They sat behind thick black frames and bubbled glass so the Prince could see, and he adjusted them to be lower on his prominent nose as he was forcefully turned from his drink.

Eridan’s lip curled in a sneer that may have been a smile given a bit more effort, and he sat up straighter in respect for the higher caste. He patted Feferi’s back gently, his fins fluttering lightly to brush her hair out of his face to moderate success. After the hug was done he responded to her greeting, too taken aback by her public display of their quadrant to say anything at first.

“Ampora reportin’ as promised, your highness. Pretty long fuckin’ drag this time, yeah?”

He was visibly uncomfortable and holding back words, understanding the expected conduct he had to maintain in front of commoners when speaking to the highest royalty. He found his glass behind him and polished it off, nodding in recognition to her still slippery guard, who saluted with a gap-toothed grin.

“Full report wwill be in your ears by tomorroww night, fear not. But the creww an’ I are goin’ to take tonight out, understandably.” Eridan growled. God knew where his crew was now. He would probably have to bail a few out of the dungeon tomorrow night, as always. That first mate of his was especially keen on trouble, and half of him would gladly let her rot in the clink for a few sweeps to give that pirate some humility.

The captain glared around the room and it began to quietly empty, nobody alive wanting to be in the way of both Tactician and Culler for a private drink. The Violetblood muttered and ran a hand through his heavily styled hair with pampered and painted nails as the crowd thinned, scooting a stool out for Feferi with his foot.

“Howw’s evverythin’ been here at home?” He asked with a tap on the bar, the night finally getting started. “You didn’t go in my fuckin’ room, did you?”

closed minigame!

It was a quiet night at the port of the Royal Harbor, nothing more than soft voices of patrols and ship hands could be heard among the rhythmic splashes of the black tide against the muddy shores. The moon cast herself in a full pale light as a cold wind swept ashore, the bells beginning to ring solemnly in the chilled gale, and a glimmering spark burning on the bleak horizon.

It was the head of The Culler’s royal fleet of warships, back from a voyage to the other end of the galaxy after almost three sweeps away from Alternian waters. The Violet Seahorse had been gone too long, and word quickly spread over the port that her mighty crew, and captain, were home at last.

The main dock was cleared as The Seahorse crept closer, a thick brine spraying up around the chrome vessel like angelic wings as the sound of her Psiionic engine could be heard like thunder on the raging sea. The lights of a signal grub waved her home, and with a seismic groan the massive imperial vessel shuddered to a halt, her gangplank dropping with a thud on the dark shore, and a rush of compressed air hissing out from within the thick hull. Seadogs and Threshecutioners piled out of the ship with cheers and proclamations of “I’m gonna pail a HUNDRED bucketwhores!” and “I’m going to drink until I can’t feel my gills!” and the crude like. The port town was in an uproar, many loved ones and respected military heads finally home from what could have been an impossible journey. 

When the crew was already stamping the muddy streets and beginning to make good on their horrid promises, the captain made his way down the plank, calm, collected, and cold. A few hiveless bums were all who saw The Tactician make birth, and they raised their hands to their horns in a drunken, but respectful, salute as the Prince strutted by them, his cape flowing dramatically in the frigid wind.

The Violetblood made his silent way to his favorite tavern, the Intoxicated Bilgerat, and entered the establishment by swinging both doors open wide, the sudden light from the bar shining off his spectacles and armor, an elaborate mail, and fitting of The Culler’s right fin and adviser. The barmaid saluted and dusted off a stool for The Tactician. She was used to his royal patronage, and welcomed him home with a promised night of free booze and food, a gesture which the tired captain thanked graciously.

Some trolls knew him as a salty captain, or ruthless Tactican. Others knew him as the Grand Threshecutioner, the merciless crosshairs of the new empire. Legends and fear named him Orphaner. Other myths called him The Prince of Hope. But his Empress called him Eridan Ampora, and it was that name he would be answering to tonight as he heard the sound of Her own Hiveboat, The Alternia, shake the windows of the BIlgerat. 

>Your name is as mentioned before, and it is good to be home.

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closed minigame!

It was a quiet night at the port of the Royal Harbor, nothing more than soft voices of patrols and ship hands could be heard among the rhythmic splashes of the black tide against the muddy shores. The moon cast herself in a full pale light as a cold wind swept ashore, the bells beginning to ring solemnly in the chilled gale, and a glimmering spark burning on the bleak horizon.

The approaching spark was the head of The Culler’s royal fleet of warships, back from a voyage to the other end of the galaxy after almost three sweeps away from Alternian waters. The Violet Seahorse had been gone too long, and word quickly spread over the port that her mighty crew, and captain, were home at last.

The main dock was cleared as The Seahorse crept closer, a thick brine spraying up around the chrome vessel like angelic wings as the sound of her Psiionic engine could be heard like thunder on the raging sea. The lights of a signal grub waved her home, and with a seismic groan the massive imperial vessel shuddered to a halt, her gangplank dropping with a thud on the dark shore, and a rush of compressed air hissing out from within the thick hull. Seadogs and Threshecutioners piled out of the ship with cheers and proclamations of “I’m gonna pail a HUNDRED bucketwhores!” and “I’m going to drink until I can’t feel my gills!” and the crude like. The port town was in an uproar, many loved ones and respected military heads finally home from what could have been an impossible journey. 

When the crew was already stamping the muddy streets and beginning to make good on their horrid promises, the captain made his way down the plank, calm, collected, and cold. A few hiveless bums were all who saw The Tactician make birth, and they raised their hands to their horns in a drunken, but respectful, salute as the Prince strutted by them, his cape flowing dramatically in the frigid wind.

The Violetblood made his silent way to his favorite tavern, the Intoxicated Bilgerat, and entered the establishment by swinging both doors open wide, the sudden light from the bar shining off his spectacles and armor, an elaborate mail, and fitting of The Culler’s right fin and adviser. The barmaid saluted and dusted off a stool for The Tactician. She was used to his royal patronage, and welcomed him home with a promised night of free booze and food, a gesture which the tired captain thanked graciously.

Some trolls knew him as a salty captain, or ruthless Tactican. Others knew him as the Grand Threshecutioner, the merciless crosshairs of the new empire. Legends and fear named him Orphaner. Other myths called him The Prince of Hope. But his Empress called him Eridan Ampora, and it was that name he would be answering to tonight as he heard the sound of Her own Hiveboat, The Alternia, shake the windows of the BIlgerat. 

>Your name is as mentioned before, and it is good to be home.

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>Answer CC

CC: )(ey -Eridan!

CA: yeah

CC: I completely forgot to take off t)(e clot)(es you lent me yesterday. 38P

CC: Im still in your s)(irt!

CA: oh right

CA: wwhatevver dont swweat it i havve more

CC: You know, only reel prawncesses wear t)(eir moirails clot)(es instead of jewels! 38D

CA: yeah sure ill take your jewwels if youre not gonna wwant em anymore

CC: I mean, I still )(ave my tiara on.

CC: Youre not meaning to tell me youre planning on stealing your )(eiress's crown now, are you -Eridan?

CA: i seem to recall there bein a pretty strict rule about me touchin it actually

CC: By all of my royal decrees, you are FORBIDD-EN to make a prettier ruler t)(an me! 38)

CA: hand me a bottle a that smear you plaster your vvisage wwith an ill givve your beautiful highness a run for your fuckin money thats for sure

CC: Pft, you mean my makeup? 38P

CC: You can take it, but you only get any kind of respect from me if you can apply it, UND-ERWAT-ER!!!!

CC: W)(ic)(, I know you cant because t)(e tec)(niques I created in order to apply it evenly in t)(e FIRST PLAC-E took me years to perfect, and to top it off you barely visit me down )(ere anyway!

CA: sorry no ill just keep makin believve im the court fuckin sorcerer an YOU can keep playin pretty princess dressup by yourself

CC: >38(

CC: Do we really need to bring up our old games? You know YOU were t)(e one w)(o made t)(em up because you never let me FLARP wit)( you and AG!

CA: youre so fuckin wwelcome by the wway im the best evver at playin pretend

CA: imaginary monsters an titans alike balk before my mastery a the mind

CC: You are! 38)

CC: You could )(onestly write a book! S)(ell, Id read it! 38D

CC: Youd totally put me in it, rig)(t? Just like t)(e stories you used to tell me about Dualscar! 38D

CA: i can see it noww it wwould be called howw to wwaste a grubhood believvin in muscle beast shit by eridan ampora

CA: forwward also by eridan ampora

CC: I wis)( you could see me rolling my eyes rig)(t now, -Eridan Ampora!

CC: Can you imagine t)(at, wit)( t)(at big and wild mind of yours?

CA: eye rollin by fef

CC: -E)(e)(e)(e!

CC: But seriously, do you t)(ink our grub)(ood was t)(at lame? I t)(oug)(t you made it fun! 38)

CC: S)(ore beat just sitting in my )(ive and glubbing to you know w)(o all day!!

CA: it wwasnt bad i guess by povverty standards

CA: but i wwish wwe had DONE somethin REAL you knoww not just play one about it

CA: noww im too busy blowwin up the wworld an youre fuckin gills deep in politics

CC: I guess youre rig)(t. 38|

CC: -Even t)(oug)( we've always been t)(e reason we )(ave a nation to lead in t)(e first place! It was R-EAL WORK we did and still actively perform!

CC: I personally t)(ink we've definitely made our mark on our world. T)(e playtime was a nice distraction we bot)( just needed.

CC: Plus, now I dont t)(ink well ever be able to play anyt)(ing again, you already stated w)(y. 38(

CA: wwhatevver no use cryin salty tears ovver the fuckin past its ovver an gone

CC: T)(ey were good memories and I know you still like to )(ear about t)(em because you totally bring t)(em up to taunt me at every given opportunity you can you fis)( face!! 38P

CA: its funny wwe are talkin about this though

CA: i got the fuckin recruitment letter sittin on my desk right noww

CC: 38/ For t)(e military?

CA: yeah but you knoww me i wwant to be privvate guard

CA: for obvvious reasons

CC: 38* <> I do!

CA: bein a threshecutioner isnt ME

CA: just a number in the fuckin ranks wwho givves a shit

CC: T)(en you dont need to be one!

CC: You already know w)(at I want you to be, -Eridan.

CC: I want you rig)(t )(ere beside me!

CA: an wwhat you wwant doesnt mean SHIT if youre not sittin high on the abyssal throne

CC: Glub to t)(at! 38(

CA: if i refuse this position an shit goes hard south ill be ruined

CA: wwe havve got to think ahead here fef

CC: I know, because you're s)(ore as )(ell not becoming a t)(res)(ecutioner!

CC: T)(atll be OV-ER MY D-EAD BODY! >38(

CA: it vvery wwell may be

CC: W)(oops! Poor c)(oice of wording on my part, )(u)(? 38(

CA: yeah

CA: a little

CC: Im s)(ore I wont die t)(oug)(.

CC: I know youre worried, but I t)(ink youre making a big deal about t)(is!

CA: sorry it kind of is a BIG FUCKIN DEAL fef

CC: -Eridan you KNOW I can )(andle myself!

CA: your future is success or die its MINE im flippin a fin about here

CA: im not gonna be stuck as a bloody corsair or somethin wworse

CC: I wouldnt let t)(at )(appen to you!

CC: T)(e fact of t)(e matter is, is t)(at Im NOT GOING TO DI-E!!!

CC: Get t)(at t)(roug)( your t)(ick skull! >38(

CA: i havve the utmost confidence in you fef i just like to havve a fuckin net under me

CC: Do you seriously t)(ink Id let myself get belly up and become fis)( food knowing of w)(at s)(ed probably do to you? To everyone else?

CC: -Eridan you know Im always )(ere for you. 38(

CC: I )(ave your back.

CA: i knoww

CC: Youre going to become my first mate! 38)

CC: )(e)(e)(, pirate lingo is fun! 38D

CC: But you know w)(at I mean.

CA: yeah

CA: howw terrifyin wwill it be to havve the orphaner back in political powwer NOBODY is goin to fuck wwith us

CA: nobody

CA: none a the fuckin bodies

CC: )(e)(e)(, you know it!

CC: I guess it is good to )(ave a scary name to go around, and to keep our military strong, especially wit)( t)(e c)(anges I )(ave in mind.

CA: yeah your fluffy pillous equal caste bs

CA: thatll all pass easy wwith my gun behind it

CC: >380 -Eridan t)(e w)(ole point is to make Alternia a safer place to live for everyone!

CA: yeah an wwith an iron fuckin fin wwe wwill realize your dream

CC: -Eridan youre completely missing t)(e point again!

CC: Our status is important, but t)(e way were living now is just not okay for everyone! -Especially t)(ose wit)(out our kind of status.

CA: right ok wwhatevver fef im just the terror an awwe behind your moonlight an rainbowws

CC: I mean, you can join in on my rainbow fest if you really want to! 38P

CC: Besides, youre a lot more t)(an t)(at! I kind of LOV-E AND CAR-E ABOUT YOU A W)(OL-E LOT, so clearly youre a lot more t)(an w)(at youve modeled yourself to be! 38)

CA: ill be fine in the vvip lounge sippin on brine vvodka an wwatchin dirtblood asses bounce in my fuckin face thanks though

CC: >380 -Eridan t)(ats dirty!!!!

CC: Ug)(, youre a reel brinesucker sometimes. >38|

CA: the castle has a vvip lounge right i havve nevver been

CC: Its just my )(ive rig)(t now.

CA: thats fine wwe can add a lounge for me an my barnacled creww

CC: Youre not turning my castle into some kind of bulge fest for your bros!

CC: Jeez, youd t)(ink t)(ere would be some women in your crew, at least!

CA: wwho says there wwouldnt be if evverythin goes swwimminly ill evven put fuckin mindfang on lavvatory cleanin

CC: Knowing )(er s)(e'd probubbly try to blow up t)(e entire castle in retaliation. 38P

CA: i wwas mostly jokin

CC: )(e)(e)(, I know!

CC: I guess t)(ey would be working to protect me t)(oug)(, t)(ey would need a place to stay. 38/

CA: wwere not goin to vvery wwell stay at the tavvern are wwe

CC: No!!! I mean you arent!

CC: You can even sleep in my room if you want! 38)

CA: moons gettin loww i need to hunt

CA: i wwill talk to you again tomorroww night okay

CC: S)(e actually just asked w)(en )(er next feeding was! 38P

CC: I was about to message you about it!

CA: its right fuckin noww im out the door

CC: T)(anks for doing it in advance, -Eridan! 38)

CC: Be safe as always, Ill pester you tomorrow!

CA: see you

CC: Sea you! 38)

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>Answer GA

GA: You Rang

CA: yeah i did

CA: wwhere the fuck havve you been

GA: Elsewhere

CA: is it some kinda secret

GA: Not So Much A Secret As It Is None Of Your Business

GA: What Did You Want

CA: right fine ill let it go wwhat matters is that you are back noww

CA: right at the turnin point i might add good timin

GA: The Turning Point Of What Exactly

CA: she issued her public challenge for the heiress to come forth

GA: Who Did

CA: havve you been hidin under a fuckin rock HER thats fuckin wwho

GA: Oh

GA: Right Sorry I Have Been Out Of The Seadweller Loop As Of Late

GA: So What Does That Mean

CA: it means EVVENTUALLY fefs gotta announce herself an shit

CA: then they gotta throww dukes for the throne

GA: I See

GA: I Dont Mean To Derail Your Concern But What Does This Have To Do With Me

CA: nothin i guess

CA: im just in a ruddy fuckin ball of emotions right noww an nobody really calms that ball dowwn like you can kan

CA: nobody except maybe cg but hes

CA: wwell

CA: you knoww

GA: Unfortunately I Do Know

GA: So You Are Talking To Me Instead Of The Girl Whos Life Is On A Very Thin Line

CA: ivve TRIED talkin to her shes flippin shit somethin upwwards a INSANE right noww

GA: I Wonder What That Must Feel Like

CA: yeah wwhatevver

CA: im doin all i can but i gotta help prepare her to fight a all powwerful fuckin MONSTROSITY

GA: May I Be Frank With You Eridan

CA: a course

GA: Teach Her How To Win At Any Cost As Youve Taught Yourself

CA: i dont take your meanin

GA: I Have Watched Replays Of Vriskas Old Games With You And One Thing That Stood Out To Me Is That The Both Of You Would Always Throw A Fit And Alter The Rules Whenever One Of You Would Begin To Fall Behind The Other

GA: She Would Use Her Broken And Silly Luck

GA: And You Would Fire Everything You Had At One Target To Ensure Your Victory

CA: huh

CA: wwell ok then

CA: but if shes not listenin i cant do shit you knoww

GA: I Know

CA: i havve no fuckin idea wwhere the swweeps wwent but noww here wwe are

CA: crazy right

GA: More Than You Know

CA: im gonna go fuckin steww about this nonsense some more

CA: thanks for talkin though dont be a stranger

GA: Youre Welcome And I Wont

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>START THE CHAOS

dearly belovved are you listenin i cant remember a wword that you wwere sayin are wwe demented or am i disturbed the space thats in betwween insane and insecure nobodys perfect an i stand accused for lack of a better wword an thats my best excuse

i dont feel any shame i wwont apologize wwhen there aint nowwhere you can go runnin awway from pain wwhen youvve been vvictimized tales from another broken home