8 Days of Hell, the finalle

[unconchonable]

Who: Findouche and Spiderbitch
Where: The plaza
When: Evening, July 11th
Style: Action
Status: Closed!



[It's been 8 days now since the start of all of this bullshit. Eight days of torment and frustration. It didn't help one bit that in the midst of it all, a certain anniversary had passed, which just made everything that much harder on the sea dweller, and the only thing that was worse than what was happening, was the fact that Eridan still wasn't 100% sure on who was doing it all. Sure, he had great suspicion it was a certain spider troll, mainly because who else COULD it be? But he had no hard evidence. Just his own sneaking suspicions and narrowing from who it could be. The day previous they had cut his hair, and what a mess that was for him. In fact, it holds a great deal as to why he is even out of the hive: getting himself some hats to wear while he waits for his hair to regain its former glory.]

[He's in the plaza now, sporting one of those knitted hats that most probably relate to with hipsters, purple in its hue, and no one is surprised. Though he has a couple others captchalogued away for other outfits and what have you. At least he feels better knowing he can wear something to hide the shame and disfigurement that his secret admirer has gifted him. He pauses a moment to think of where to go next? Should he just head home maybe? Get some food? Hmmm. It's not like he's in any rush, not like a certain someone is going to be able to take advantage of his distraction and assault him or anything. Right?]

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[f8tal]

[Today was the last day of torturing Eridan and Vriska would make it count, even if it wasn't likely this would be the last time she'd ever torment the douchebag but it just wasn't in her style to not go out with a bang. Darkleer would want that, after all.

So when she found Eridan in the plaza she knew this was the perfect time to end things on a great note. Standing on a nearby roof, wings out and ready to fly, she had her two main weapons: a bucket of glue tinted red with food dye and a bag full of feathers she may or may not have plucked a chocobo for. It was hard to say.

When he got close enough she flew out-] Hey, Ampora watch out! [-to throw the bucket of glue on his head, followed by smacking him hard with the bag of feathers while up in the air.]

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[The first thing he should have made note of was the sound of wings, but instead of linking it with what he should have, he simply ignored it, but then there was a painfully familiar voice following, and for all he might have looked up as she told him to watch out, it did nothing to stop that bucket falling on his head. Flustered, angered, and confused, he nearly claws at the bucket to get it off his head--but what the hell was it even filled with? Though, it's hardly something he even gets the chance to really consider, because the next instance he's being smacked with a bag, and an explosion of feathers erupts around him.]

[Having lifted that bucket, it certainly ensured that the cloud of feathers clung to him, courtesy of that red colored glue that's coated a good portion of his head and shoulders. If it wasn't for those feathers clinging to his face, how bright purple his cheeks are would be as noticeable as the sun rising in the morning. He honestly takes a second to process just what the fucking hell just happened, eyes wide with confusion, but soon they narrow as his brows knit together.]

You--It's been YOU! I--What--WHY?

[And now it's his turn to chuck the bucket at her head, though his anger and lack of proper depth perception honestly makes his aim somewhat laughable. he jabs a finger at her, obviously infuriated--and embarrassed.]

What the fuck was this ewen FOR? A fuckin' goddamn PAIL? Wris, what the FUCK?

[And maybe he's trying to pull some of the feathers off of him--finally noticing the red colored glue--which he still isn't sure just what this is, but that red hue just makes this ALL the more humiliating! Not to mention where they are! The plaza of all places, there's so many people here and Eridan feels as though he could just die!]

[f8tal]

[She cackles uncontrollably while still hovering in the air, holding her stomach as she watches Eridan flail like a wrecked cluckbeast. She calms down a little when he starts yelling at her more coherently. Still snickering, she dodges the pail and grins at him.]

I was doing someone a favor! How could I refuse an excuse to make your life suck even more than it already does? [She continued to grin at him, keeping a nice distance between them of course.] And you deserved everything I did to you so don't even try to tell me otherwise!

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I WILL tell you otherwise because that's the biggest load of BS I'we ewer HEARD! I didn't deserwe a damn bit a this!

[... But it was a favor for someone else? Yeah, what a shitty excuse.]

Also, get the fuck outta here with that poppycock about it bein' for someone else, that's claptrap and you know it! If you were just carryin' out someone else's will--which is SO unlike you anyways, why the FUCK did you persist for so fuckin' long? And-And use a fuckin' pail! Methinks there's more to this than you're lettin' on, spiderbitch!

[He honestly looks like steams about to spew from his auricular spongeclots, he's so angry right now and confused, he honestly doesn't know what to do, what to really think even.]

But I'll hawe you know I'm fuckin' taken, you HAG! I'm not interested in your black pursuits, ewen if they're downright fuckin' persistent! You're hardly worth the air you breath, let alone MY time, ewen if you go to such RIDICULOUS fuckin' lengths!

[he's torn between continuing to scream at her like this, or try to get home to wash this shit off, because being covered in feathers and red glue isn't exactly a thing to be proud of. He looks like an idiot, and feels like one even more.]

[f8tal]

[She just continues to float along in the air, sprinkling fairy dust everywhere. She listens to him rant, too hyped up on her adrenaline high to really care what he says about her. It's not like it's true or anything.]

Why would I care if you're already taken? This is all completely platonic in every sense of the word! [Her grin widens to show off all of her fangs.] What can I say, Ampora? I love watching you suffer, completely platonically.