[1st wand]

[whitescientist]

[ As all young hipsters should at least once in their lives, Eridan is hanging out in the mall. He stands out like a sore thumb among the plain city residents, and the StarFloraBucks cup he's holding just sort of completes the trashy teenager look.

He seems to be window-shopping, though judging by his looks of confusion, he's probably not in complete understanding of the city's culture - though he doesn't look to be in a particularly bad mood. It's probably a safe moment to approach him if you're in the area. ]

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[batdweeb]

[What the fuck Eridan.]

[What the fuck.]

...No. There was a lot of rubble, but I wasn't in a position where anything might fall on me.

We're definitely both alive.

[whitescientist]

Right. ...No, yeah, that... that theory was a load o' melodramatic nonsense, I dunno why I thought...

[ He trails off. And maybe looks a little tiny bit relieved. ]

In regards to your question maybe I'll be a thousand someday if I don't get eaten by shadow rats beforehand. Highbloods live a long time when they ain't dead. [ duh ]

[batdweeb]

You were in a lot of trouble back home, weren't you?

[ A destroyed homeworld, an Empress disposed- dead?- and a near-death experience, on top of everything Eridan's already hinted at about Alternian culture. ]

[ He doubts Eridan's going to go into much detail however, so his tone slips into a more teasing one. ]

Then you're in luck. I don't think the shadow rats have digestive tracts.

[whitescientist]

[ If you're looking closely, his face-fins flag downwards just for a split second. ]

Doesn't matter now though, does it.

[ ....ew??? but also kinda funny, not that he cracks a smile ] Ugh. I don't wanna think about what happens instead. Speakin' of, has anyone figured out how to kill 'em properly yet?