IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

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.

OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.

Comments

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[fishdouche]

first a all i dont evven need both a my hands i could kick your sorry peasant backside wwith one hand tied behind my thorax
second a all thats its fuckin name you dense wwitch ahabs crosshairs i didnt name it

an a lusus is like fuck wwhats the human name a parent i guess
except a course not a troll
an wwhy wwouldnt i ride him hes my fuckin lusus
my story makes perfect sense its not my fault troll culture is too advvanced for your simple think pan

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[samantha_grey]

Whatever you say Ahab. You've got me in your crosshairs and you're going to shoot me one-handed from the back of a great seahorse. Seriously, you were raised by a giant seahorse?

I was wondering why you were brain deficient you glorified sea monkey. This is all starting to make a whole lot more sense. Just add water, and the brine shrimp gets delusions of grandeur.

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[fishdouche]

DO NOT MAKE FUN A MY SEAHORSEDAD YOU FUCKIN WWITCH
you shut your fuckin flappin jawws you knoww nothin about my lusus
he wwas the best fuckin lusus that any troll could evver ask for

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[samantha_grey]

Yeah yeah, and you're just a regular chip off the brine shrimp block, aren't you, Ahab the King of the Sea Monkeys? Don't worry, your lusus is fine. You're plenty easy to screw with as is.

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[fishdouche]

my title is the fuckin prince a hope an youd do wwell to get it right you infuriatingly obtuse little pain in my ass
an you knoww wwhat just for that i wwont tell you wwhy i actually decided to demean myself an seek out your sordid company

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[samantha_grey]

You actually expect me to believe you have a purpose behind this rambling monstrosity you call a conversation, oh great purple hope of the brine shrimp? Somehow, whatever it was was probably beneath even a lowly peasant like me's attention. That, or you forgot. Wouldn't put it past that empty head of yours to get some brilliant idea and lose it right out of your fins the next day.

[Despite the bluster, he'd actually managed to pique her interest. Was there actually a purpose here, or just banter?]

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[fishdouche]

fuck off
fine you knoww wwhat i wwas goin to be culturally sensitivve an do this the human wway but you obvviously havve no sense a class anywway so wwhy the fuck wwas i wworried

you me
goddamn candlight hatedate next saturday
ill pick you up at six do not be fuckin late
wwear somethin you can get dirty

1/3

[samantha_grey]

[Wait, what? They actually HAD Hatedates?]

2/3

[samantha_grey]

[Ok, she had to contain a giggle at that. The idea of a hate date was just a little funny, though at the same time, she felt a sneer creeping up.]

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[samantha_grey]

Oh this is fucking happening. You don't dare chicken out on me or I'm going to hunt you down in whatever hole you hide yourself in and staple you to the nearest wall.

Now I've gotta see what a prince calls a 'date.' This should be rich.

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[fishdouche]

you better not fuckin cluckbeast out on me either you insolent harpy
saturday six in the afternoon do not make me wwait
or you might be the one findin yourself in a unsavvory situation
like wwith my boot up your ass

[Oh yeah. There's no way this can be a colossal disaster. No way.]

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[samantha_grey]

No worries there. Pick me up at the shop. I think you can at least find that without getting lost.

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[fishdouche]

good

fuck im actually lookin forwward to this you better not disappointment

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[samantha_grey]

Same to you, fin-rot.

[When she closed the text feed, Samantha shuddered. She was a mixture of loathing for the contemptible, arrogant son of a bitch, flattered at the fact that he had continued to be interested, unsure that this wasn't the worst idea she'd had since going to hell to rescue Riese and confused about what the hell, if anything, she actually felt about him. In short, she had no clue what she was doing.

But, it was damned easy to go through these motions with him. His ego made it so easy it wasn't even funny. Maybe it could work... Maybe it was who she was.

Or maybe it would end up just like Juny... God, she hoped not.]

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[fishdouche]

[Eridan sits for a bit, staring at the screen with a glare that is equal parts rage and confusion and just a bit of apprehension.

He couldn't believe that he had actually come out and asked her that. And more importantly, that she had said yes. No one said yes to him--it was something he had grown accustomed to. Eridan Ampora pushed and pushed and then eventually people just stepped back, and he fell on his face. They didn't stand toe to toe with him. And they certainly didn't actually look forward to his company.

Sam... was different. And maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was just a disaster in the waiting. Either way, he had some bragging to do.]