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[The feed turns on to show Eridan, surely his is a face everyone wants to see so soon, especially after his last post. Though, he looks really fidgety. Drumming his fingers on the desk as he starts:]

So, back when I was on my planet, Alternia, I used to do this thing. Orphanin'. Y'know, go around killin' the lusii a other trolls. I mean, it serwed a purpose, was no mindless slaughter or the like. Was actually a pretty damn honorable job to hawe. Probably the most if I'm bein' honest here. Thankless though it were.

[Is this story time with Eridan? It is possible. The finger drumming ~~intensifies~~ continues. His fins are even flicking here and there with notable agitation as he tries to keep up the ruse of being anything but. Stoic is the aim, but sadly Eridan's aim falls pretty far from the mark when it concerns anything that ain't a gun or wand.]

See, it was called Orphanin', 'cos unlike you pink animals who raise their young all weird an' sympathetic-like, we trolls are taken in by beasts-- [as if on cue, there's a rather large white seahorse peeking into view. Eridan spares him a glance, before shoving his head out of view. He's really a polite child, even to the creature that raised him. But hey, maybe that explains a few things! How mannerly could a guy even be when he was raised by a giant floating seahorse?]

--anyway, it was my job to lay slaughter to a good amount a them, leawin' many a troll without their lusus, like I was some kickass royal slayer or some such. Which I was, don't need you lot thinkin' different and such. The ocean was my killin' cauldron, really...

[He lets out a near dreamy sigh recalling those good memories. But honestly, it just frustrates him more than anything.]

...kinda got off track there for a sec, the whole bloody point a this is to say I'm pretty fuckin' restless as a late, an' sponge numbingly bored. I'm more used to hawin' far more... [violent] things to do.

So, I figured to myself, that I'd ask you lot if you knew a any places where there may be a influx a beasts. I think my intentions are obwious, but I mean, if I don't do somethin' and soon I may be liable to kill someone outta boredom.

[A PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT...]

An exaggeration, a course.

HOWEWER, I suppose I could shed some consideration an' ask if you pink skinned beasts got some sorta taboo concernin' the harm a random beasts, but surely you ain't that sensitiwe of a species... right?

[See, He can totally be all sorts of considerate, nothing but consideration here! He's even aiming his pent up violent frustrations at animals and not people!! Such consideration. He's like a dog that's been in its kennel all day with no way to burn off that violent energy, so he's... trying, at least?]

Or, if any a you got any better ideas, I guess I'm willin' to listen to it. But it better not be something's stupid like "hawe you tried not bein' wiolent?" 'Cos fuck that noise.

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Sawagery ain't really frowned upon where I'm from.

[A thoughtful pause]

Though I ain't one to rely on such baser actions if I can help it. I'm just a little frustrated is all. Nothin' to get all antsy about. Or to question my superiority ower. It's this natural wiolent streak my race has that has lead us to wictory ower countless planets, so you best watch yourself before I giwe you a prime example as to why we're a feared fuckin' race a conquerors.

Edited 2014-01-09 09:34 (UTC)

There is a time and place for it in most every other civilized nation, certainly. Though I wonder if 'civilized' is the keyword at this juncture?

[Naugus grins, all pointy teeth and beard.]

I think a race who are slaves to their own primal urges to the extent it must be tempered with pointless slaughter earns more of my pity than my fear.

We're plenty ciwilized, though I must admit the wery fuckin' meanin' a the word is subjectiwe from race to race.

[A roll of his yellow and grey eyes.]

Oh please. We ain't slawes, we simply utilize our superior taste for carnage and use it to our adwantage. But I can understand how a dull an' ugly beast such as yourself may find it hard to understand somethin' hardly complex like that. But do bloody try.

In my case, I'we not much to do on this shellbeast, so it's just sorta built up. Not anything's nearly dramatic as you're implyin'.

[Just ignore his impatient finger drumming. Or his restless leg. Or how he looks like he could break something if poked just right.]

Hmm, I confess slavery may be a bit of an dramatic illustration, but the point stands! You are asking for outlets for violent outbursts that you cannot properly contain. What were you happen were you to keep yourself to more constructive or less bloodthirsty activities, hmm? I am not advocating such alternatives, mind you. I just require an elaboration of what the alternative presents.

[Naugus is still all grins, but that look shortly falls, and swiftly, as he looks over the grey-skinned boy a bit closer. Realizing now how young the person on the other end appears to be and having some kind of a dawning notion. There's a faint hint of a sneer on his face, perhaps of disgust.]

...Oh. This isn't a teenager thing, is it? All this talk of boundless urges is suddenly making more sense.

I'm askin' for outlets to awoid causin' too much of a fuss otherwise. Humans kinda take death seriously for some reason. And ewen if I did less bloodthirsty activities it wouldn't do much for my bloodlust. There's just somethin' about sheddin' blood that is satisfyin' on a lewel untouched by anythin' else.

[Though He goes asking about this being a teenager thing and Eridan groans his annoyance. So tired of his age being brought up!!]

No. I mean, I'm sure as I get older it'd likely be somethin' a touch easier to manage, sure, but this is more linked with my blood caste than my flippin' age.

Humans? I'm not familiar with the term, I'm afraid.

Again, the presence of bloodlust at all is a bit of an...Hhhh, feral trait, I'm afraid. Even if it's so thoughtfully reined in like you appear to be doing.

And this all sounds a touch hormonal, is all.

I AIN'T FUCKIN' HORMONAL.

[Yes. Because that so definitely helped your case there, Eridan. He is snarling though, his once drumming hand a balled fist. His fins flat against the side of his head in irritation. He is so fucking tired of being condescended to!]

Listen here you freakish, one-horned, hideous piece a liwin' filth. You don't know a damn fuckin' thing about the majesty a my race, and to imply we're fuckin' feral because we enjoy ourselwes some bloodshed is not only fuckin' insultin', but no where damn near your right to ewen imply. So piss off old man, I ain't got time for your petty insults.

Edited 2014-01-09 11:01 (UTC)

[Naugus sits through the whole tirade, one ear twitching furtively every now and again. By the time it's ended, he looks a little stunned. But then he smirks. And snickers. And then outright cackles.]

Hhhhhhaaahahah! Ahahahahhah!!

I like you, boy.

[Eridan's full on glaring.]

Can't say I feel the same, you crusty old flapbeast.

[He's still chuckling to himself, wiping away a tear of mirth.]

Quite all right, quite all right. I do look forward to hearing more of your lofty exploits, boy. Do please keep us posted.

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