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An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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Ok. [And her tone lost its edge. That made sense.]

You guys really are a bit like bugs then. One queen, but you have to ... no, it doesn't all synch up. And you think you killed the last of them?

Fine.

Species die. That's just how that goes. [Not even a beat skipped.]

[Eridan looks up back at the feed, blinking. Wait--she's not screaming, not yelling... She hasn't hung up, hasn't called him any of the vile names that either Fef or Kan have used.]

I knoww I killed the last one. An' I fuckin' meant to do it.

You probably did. I don't doubt it. I really don't care, Eridan. I'm a mule. I can't have kids, at least not the way you've heard about. What do I care if the human race dies out?

I only care if someone I care about dies. What does the rest really matter? You killing Fef bothers me a hell of a lot more than you making it so there won't be more Trolls.

[Besides, it wasn't like they couldn't travel back in time, pick up some fragment of the shattered matriorb, clone it in or alchemize it and then put it in the clone-o-matic. Really, what did death matter in his warped little world...

not that she knew most of that.]

[Sam, your reactions are not what Eridan has grown accustomed to expecting, and it's really throwing the troll off his game, even if said game is to lash out before any one else can hurt you. He just nods, inspecting the rings on his fingers, twisting a few of them as he answers.]

Yeah, wwell, you already knoww about that. So no fuckin' sense in goin' into it again.

Are wwe done wwith this little soul-barin' party a' yours?

[She sighed and nodded.]

We're bound to find something more later, but yeah. I think we're done for now. I'll see you around, Eridan.

See you soon, Sam.

[It's a promise. He'll be back on form the next time you talk to him.]

Edited 2012-12-17 04:47 (UTC)

I'M COMING OVER.
BE THERE WHEN I CAN FIND THE PLACE.

Knock hard if it's locked.

[She was taking a good portion of her day working on boiling down dragon's blood. The project was anything but pleasant to deal with and she was forced to wear clothes she'd already treated with a diluted sample of the blood just to deal with the contained heat.

However, while the room had the feel of a sauna on the inside for her employee, she was still listening for either a banging on the door or the sound of the doorbell ringing.]

[Knocking hard wasn't something to worry about. Almost everything Karkat did, he did loudly.

The weather was kind of cold. Luckily sweaters were his default anyway. Not that it helped a whole lot, but it was better than nothing.]

[There's a muttered something from the other side. He doesn't have to wait too long before a small panel opens to show a red eye through a little glass hole. It slams shut and the door opens to a gust of hot air.

Samantha's standing there with a very thin sheen of sweat. She jabs a thumb back behind her and steps in to let him follow before the door closes. The shop is small, moreso than one might expect. There's the counter, a few shelves with stored over-the-counter remedies and a single table on this side of it with a couple chairs.]

You want something to drink? Hope you don't mind the heat. I was working on something.

YEAH. WATER IS FINE.

[He shrugged a little. It was pretty damn hot, but he'd live. Probably. Comfort wasn't the reason he came anyway. Sam obviously had something she wanted to tell him about, and if it would clear up any mysteries as to what he was doing before he left, or hell, any mysteries about any of this, then shit yeah he wanted to hear it.

He decided to just take a seat. Seemed like the rational thing to do.]

You've got thirteen questions by the way. I'll be back with the water.

[Yes, she'd written them down, for no other reason than to be needlessly anal about it because she thought that was funny. She was back shortly, a glass in front of him and something else in front of her.

Even from here, it smelled rotten, like moldy leather. She took a swallow and made a face.]

But, I had a few questions, didn't I? You want to go first or me?

[One had definitely become at least two.... at least.]

I'm keeping mine for when I actually need them.

[Meaning he doesn't actually have anymore. Not yet. This conversation could change that.]

So go ahead.

[She took a second with that sip to collect her thoughts.]

Ok, so... I'm trying to figure out something in your culture, and I feel like I'm walking in a field of land mines. Your relationships get really complicated, and I still don't know how you haven't all killed each other...

Well, actually you kind of did based on what a few told me.

[You're rambling Sam.]

Is it really common to end up getting along great with someone who hates the guts of someone you're seeing?

...Why not?

[Really, that's a dumb question.]

You and your quadrantmate don't have to like or hate the same people. What the hell would give you that--

[Wait.]

--You're dating a troll.

[Another sip]

That would qualify as the "No Shit Sherlock" moment in this conversation, Karkat. [Completely wooden delivery.] Nobody would give a rat's ass otherwise unless they were trying to decipher the web of "Fuck Yous" that they sometimes give each other.

...and if they were trying, I'd call them an idiot.

So, yeah. I'm seeing one of them, and I'm trying to figure out how to talk to some of them when we usually get along, as long as the subject of my kismesis doesn't come up.

[The way she said that word didn't sound quite right. She wasn't used to it. She used the word because it was what she thought Eridan wanted used. It suited their crap, kind of, but she knew for a fact that she barely understood it.]

OH, PARDON ME. DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS ILLEGAL TO BE SURPRISED. I'LL KEEP THAT IN MIND.

[He rolled his eyes, taking a steeper drink of his water before firmly planting it on the table.]

Just don't talk about your fucking kismesis then. It's that easy. Or if you do, let them be pissed off about it. It shouldn't matter to you either way!

[She snorted and laughed when his voice hit a higher volume, shaking her head. There was a smirk on her face and she waited for him to finish, tapping her finger on the table.]

Doesn't work that simply. They tend to bring El Douchebag Presidente when other things come up. Like, when Fef disappeared, it came up. It's made things awkward, and I'm not sure if I've just stepped in it with him, or if there's a way to fix this.

I'd be fine never mentioning it to the crazy bastard, but... I don't think either of them's able to let it go, and it keeps dragging me in.

[Oh wow.

Oh god.

Based on what she's saying, it's pretty obvious who she's talking about.]

First of all, you have terrible taste in lovers. Just letting you know that right now. I bet you get it a lot, but whatever. You're getting it again.

Next, it isn't your problem! The next time they try to drag you into it, just say you'll have none of it. If they bring it up, tell 'em you're not having that conversation. If they keep nagging you about it, tell them to shut the fuck up.

Yes I do, and I'm getting used to it. I'm not as much a prize as you might think either, but we'll save that for another time. Just... fin-rot's not the only one with blood on his claws.

...

I'll try that with Sollux next time, though I don't know how well that's actually going to work with him.

Yeah, Sollux is kind of an asshole.

And so is Eridan.

So good luck with both of them I guess. I can't really defend either of them on this one.

[Samantha will get a package + one note. There's a small bundle of cookies--round medallions with red glaze in the shape of fire on one side--and a pair of gloves. The note reads: ]

Something to keep you warm during the Yule season. Hope you're doing all right.

Merlin

No offense, but most of you are assholes some of the time, so I'm definitely getting used to bad reactions. Still, I'm not going to blame Sollux. I kind of like Feferi, so long as she doesn't get that weird look in her eyes while she's carrying her trident.

Those... were some unpleasant talks king douche and I had.

[She sighed and reached up to grip her forehead, rubbing it.]

I'll figure something out, now that Fef's back, but I'm going to take my time with it. God. I'm just waiting for someone to flip out on me for being in a relationship in the first place.

[Someone won a few points with Sam with the gesture. He'd specifically shot for the Yule festival, which she appreciated. A card made its way to his room from her the next day.]

Thanks. Here's wishing you a warm Yule as well. It's nice to see some people still remember that festival. Don't be a stranger.

-Sam

You're allowed to do whatever you want. If it's working out and not hurting anybody...

[A pause.]

...in a way that isn't their own damn problem, then why not keep it up?

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