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Who: Orphaner Dualscar and Eridan Ampora
When: January 29thish
Where: Dualscar's hive BECAUSE HE NEVER LEAVES, SOB.
Style: Prose
Status: Closed
Dualscar sipped his tea and gestured to the robot to answer the door, not bothering to get up. He was curious about Eridan, in a distant way. The boy seemed keen, at least, but he'd been living with the rebels. Did he believe in the Signless' ridiculous fantasies, even as a sea dweller?
He'd have to find out if this Eridan was someone he could use, or if he was already damaged beyond repair by his associations.
"Havve a seat, Eridan. Wwelcome to my hivve," he said without turning around, a faint smile on his face. He was sitting on the sofa, leaving room for Eridan to sit beside him if he wished, or he could take the chair. Today he'd discarded his armour, wearing a more casual shirt with his symbol emblazoned across the chest. Nice and comfortable, for a chat between an ancestor and his descendant.
When: January 29thish
Where: Dualscar's hive BECAUSE HE NEVER LEAVES, SOB.
Style: Prose
Status: Closed
Dualscar sipped his tea and gestured to the robot to answer the door, not bothering to get up. He was curious about Eridan, in a distant way. The boy seemed keen, at least, but he'd been living with the rebels. Did he believe in the Signless' ridiculous fantasies, even as a sea dweller?
He'd have to find out if this Eridan was someone he could use, or if he was already damaged beyond repair by his associations.
"Havve a seat, Eridan. Wwelcome to my hivve," he said without turning around, a faint smile on his face. He was sitting on the sofa, leaving room for Eridan to sit beside him if he wished, or he could take the chair. Today he'd discarded his armour, wearing a more casual shirt with his symbol emblazoned across the chest. Nice and comfortable, for a chat between an ancestor and his descendant.

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Receiving the offer to sit, Eridan glanced between the couch and the chair momentarily as he entered the room, trying to make a decision, the couch would seem so casual and while this was a meeting under casual circumstance, he wasn't sure if he should so easily make himself comfortable in such close quarters when he and his ancestor were obviously not on the same side. So the chair it was, he made his way over, careful of his cape as he took his seat, offering his ancestor a posh expression, trying to exude arrogance, trying to seem like the proud seadweller he should be.
"So, I take it you're settlin' into the bubble well enough?" Casual, this whole thing is so casual, but god does it feel anything but. If it wasn't for the fact that Eridan was the KING of putting up a facade, Dualscar would probably be able to see just how uncomfortable and downright nervous he was.
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"Wwell enough, yes. This place is not wwhat I'm used to, but a course I'll adapt, as you said." He gestured to the tea tray in silent invitation, and took another sip from his own cup.
"Wwell, Eridan," he said, his purple eyes settling on the boy. "You seem to knoww so much about me, but I don't know a thing about you. Tell me about yourself."
What Eridan chose to tell him first would probably reveal a lot. He sat, waiting, with an open, slightly receptive expression on his scarred face.
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The younger troll settling in his seat, taking a sip of tea, which was more to calm his own nerves before talking than to actually enjoy the warm, delicious flavor. His grey eyes then met with Dualscar's, as much as he respected and idolized this troll just feet from him, he knew he couldn't just bow his head to him, while he might be younger and his descendant, it'd do no good to show any sign of weakness, that wasn't how trolls worked.
"I figured you would, but yes, about myself." He said this cooly, a rehearsed, proud tone leaving him as he held himself in a dignified manner. Continuing it as he quickly thought things over, what to say first, what Dualscar would actually be looking for. His eyebrow twitched a moment before he started again.
"When I was back on Alternia I--Well, I might hawe maybe used your name a bit for some a my greater accomplishments. Surely nothin' that'd sully your name at all, or anythin'--Anyway, before comin' here an' before the game, I was in charge a feedin' Gl'bgolyb, y'know, prolongin' the surwiwal a our race an' all." He said this with such pride and dignity, it was definitely obvious that this was an accomplishment and a responsibility that he was most proud of, even if it was cut short considering sgrub. A pause is allowed as he takes a sip of his tea, that and if Dualscar had any comments, he could say them.
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"Quite a responsibility. So wwhat's your relationship wwith the Heir?" he asked calmly, if a bit flatly. The boy might be lost already, and they'd barely even begun.
Which didn't mean that he wasn't useful.
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"We used to be moirails." There was a telling tone in that, all that pride and exuberance that was there, now gone. He let out a sigh.
"But, obwiously we're not anymore. Some things hawe happened between her an' I and I can honestly say we're not nearly as close as we used to be." his eyes drifted to the tan colored liquid in his cup, this was a somewhat sensitive subject after all.
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He waved a hand. "A course you might be too young to be thinkin' along those lines. I don't knoww."
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"Well, howewer short her longewity is, isn't much a concern a mine." He knew that was a lie, it wasn't as if he'd honestly stop caring about Feferi, even if he made some horrible decisions in the past. Though, he was curious, completely curious as to what Dualscar was implying--curious, but somehow he already knew.
"But what are ya gettin' there? About formin' alliances." He tried to make himself sound more curious than suspicious, here was to hoping he did a good job.
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He watched Eridan closely as he talked, though he tried to cover it with a casual tone, wanting to see every emotion in the boy's grey eyes. "Those wwho share blood wwith those you once maybe counted as friends wwill be your underlings, or even slavves. And in a mere couple a dozen swweeps, they'll be dead, anywway, wwhile the friendships you make wwith those a your stature wwill last forevver. Don't you see?"
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"You think I hawen't realized this? I'm well aware a the limited time the low bloods hawe. I'm ewen further aware a how long I hawe compared to them." He said this with an almost defensive tone. He irritably took a sip of tea as he tried to collect his thoughts, tried to figure out where this was even going. Damnit, he can't lose his nerve so quickly, it's unbecoming, not to mention pathetic with how something as simple as a goddamn fact he already knows being brought up is enough to upset him.
"Ewen with their stunted longewity, there's a great deal a reason I stand on the side I do, alright?" He was trying to sound firm about this, as if he couldn't be shaken at all, but his voice is telling, his voice betrays him. That sound of uncertainty at his own words, at this situation. He wasn't sure what he was trying to prove here, what he was trying to get across.
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This was the first time that Eridan had admitted that he might be part of a 'side' that was possibly not Dualscar's side. The older sea dweller leaned forward, eyes intense. There was no anger, no judgment - not yet. This child might yet be salvageable, but first he needed to know what he was dealing with.
"And wwhat side is that, Eridan?" he asked, a low rumble in his voice. The child is nervous, he can tell. Maybe he needed to get just a little bit more nervous.
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"As of right now," Maybe it'd be best for him to leave some doubt in his loyalties, for now. "My loyalties lie with the landdwellers." He definitely felt more nervousness pool in his gut, making it feel as though it was doing backflips, or at least attempting to. Though, he did his best to keep up appearances, trying to stifle how nervous he actually was.
"But there doesn't hawe to be two sides, you know?" He added in a matter of fact tone. Eying Dualscar curiously, trying to gauge his reaction to such a suggestion.
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He snorted quietly. "But that aside, wwhat you mean is that your loyalties lie wwith the Signless an his ilk. Is that wwhat you mean to say, Eridan?"
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"Either which way, as much as the purities a the blood lines an' upholdin' the rightful place a power is important back home, this isn't exactly home. With so few of us, an' death not bein' a permanent thing, it all seems fuckin' futile to try to enforce any a that shit."
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He sighed. "I heard much the same comin' from that mutant-blooded freak not that long ago, so don't tell me that you're not influenced by his wwords. You're quite right that there are no sides, here. There are trolls, an the rest a the wworld. I'm not about to go about cullin' anyone right noww, evven a rebel an blasphemer like him. But you can't say that you're content scummin' around wwith that filth and lettin' them pretend they're as good as you."
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However, Karkat wasn't scum and he'd never see him as it, that was for damn sure. There are exceptions to the hemospectrum, he knew that for damn sure. Just because Dualscar was obviously blind to this, didn't invalidate his worth as a seadweller, or his self-worth any.
"Maybe they don't hawe the fuckin' chance to be somethin' as great as us, limited by a stunted life an' capabilities, but they're not all bad. Some are, certainly I won't fuckin' argue that, but there's undeniably ones that break the mold." Like his matesprit, but he wouldn't dare mention that. He already was well on his way digging a hole for himself, no need to add THAT to the mix.
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It was clear what was going on here, and Dualscar really did pity Eridan a little. Which was probably a good thing, or he might have been getting even more contemptuous by this point. But no, he could still see potential in him, at least as a tool. And so he would be kind.
He leaned forward a bit, his craggy features reconfiguring themselves into an almost sympathetic expression. "Of course they're not bad. They're trolls. Evveryone's got their place in society, but that doesn't mean that the lowwbloods are bad. As you said, they're stunted, an need our leadership. That's the general situation, though. Blasphemers an upstarts like the ones wwe'vve got here are lookin to destroy our wway of life. They wwant to see you dowwn in the muck wwith them, because they're envvious of us. A usual lowwblood, acceptin' of their position and not livvin' in a selfish fantasy is completely different."
He paused and said kindly. "But someone's caught you in their net, havven't they? Wwho is it you feel's broken the mold? Maybe I can change my mind, at least about them."
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He remained silent, listening to everything, looking trying to look unaffected by it at all. Though, when he mentioned someone having him in their net, his shoulders tensed and he looked rigid. Was he that obvious? He probably was, he was always so fucking obvious. He was hesitant to meet with Dualscar's eyes, even if he mentioned the potential of changing his mind about him, somehow he figured that was a bullshit promise if there ever was one.
"I highly doubt that." His tone was flat and matter of fact, trying to not give in to the fear settling in the pit of his stomach for what might happen if Dualscar found out who it was. He might have claimed he wasn't aiming to cull anyone, but if he found out his descendant was with the Sufferer's? He couldn't imagine that going over too well.
"I don't think anythin' could change your mind."
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"Tell me, anywway. Wwhat has changed your mind? I'm not unreasonable, wwhatevver you might think. I'vve been alivve a lot longer than you havve, and I'vve seen rebels come and go. But I could be dismissin' you as a lost cause just based on wwhat you'vve already told me - instead, I'm here, givvin' you a chance to convvince me. I had the impression that you respected me for some reason, so doesn't my opinion matter, either wway?"
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"Wery well. I owe damn near ewerythin' to him. He was there for me in my regrettably weaker times, an' despite the fact I'we wronged him an' eweryone that's left after the fall of our planet, he's fuckin' forgiwen me an' giwen me a new fuckin' chance to set things right--instead a just castin' me to the fuckin' briny deep where a traitor would rightly belong." His voice was still and calm, making sure to not fire up the dramatics in anyway, as if the very act would scuff or tarnish what Karkat had done for him.
"He's a damn waliant leader, an' led us through the most unsawory fuckin' situation an' unparalleled challenges, he kept command an' garnered respect from all a us. It was through his leadin' that we were ewen able to create a new fuckin' uniwerse. An' while he might not hawe necessarily had the awe-inspirin' poise as troll war lords long since past, he made for a respectable leader, one we fuckin' needed. I wouldn't just follow any troll, you can beliewe that. An' if that isn't enough for you, then so be it, but I stand my ground on this. I won't betray him again."
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Obviously, he had done well with Eridan, hadn't he?
"I havve to givve you your due, Eridan," he said quietly. "A traitor is nothin' but sea slime, and it's wworthy a respect that you knoww your duty and wwhere your loyalties lie, and that you're not wwillin to throww that awway easily."