12 - Mutual Love

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[Izaya's sitting against the Mansion's front doors, and most noticeably he's switched out his trademark jacket for one much less obvious. He doesn't seem too concerned with anything at the moment and he very much takes his time in fishing out his communicator and switching it on.

It's in video for greater chance of seeing your face.]

So.

Anyone know how long it's been since this started?




[OOC: Forward-dated for Tuesday, November 1st ]

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*He saw him on the video, so that meant he was alive. That was good...If nothing else it meant he had someone he felt he could rely on. After certain disappearances and with this mad mad event going on, he's a little unstable. Not that that's anything new.

Clutching Ahab's Crosshairs to his chest, he runs toward the entry as fast as his troll legs will carry him, cape whipping behind him. No time for dramatics now. Not when there's a kismesis to find, protect, hide behind whatever.

But he's not SCARED! That would just be absurd. Trolls of his level don't get SCARED. They just move very quickly and act in a manner that might appear frantic to lesser beings*

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[You know, Eridan. Most people have the good decency to hit up the comm channel before approaching at HIGH SPEEDS. I mean, damn, he would have to hand it to you for your supreme skittering skills (you bug you) if he weren't so surprised and all.

Which means he's casually wiping off some pretty red blood onto the floor. You know, before he looks up like a deer in headlights.]

Napoleon?

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*He skids to a stop a short distance from the other, staring at him a moment. Red blood...probably human, with Karkat gone. Was it...HIS blood?*

Are you injured?

*Shut your ass, that is NOT concern. You're no good to him if you can't fight*

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Come all this way to check that? [He'll be standing up now.]

By the way...that. What is it? [He motions to Ahab's Crosshairs because first off it's ridiculously huge and secondly it's impressively matched to your scarf.

He's just a little concerned that it's a really ridic bayonet or something.]

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I needed someone I could count on. *He smirks a little* Who better than my own kismesis?

*He hefts the massive weapon, trying to look less like its too damned big for him. Not HIS fault his ancestor was a beastly creature of massive stature and infinite fashion sense*

This is called Ahab's Crosshairs, and it's a very powerful weapon wielded by only the very best and most esteemed seadwellers.

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Powerful, huh? Cool. [He nods, deciding it best to believe him. Or pretend to.]

Alright, Napoleon. You and me. Let's go, but don't disappoint me~ [He starts towards the hallway and motions for the troll to follow. He's thinking that surely Eridan won't be able to easily use the thing in a more confined space.]

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[seahorsecaesar.livejournal.com]

*HA Oh foolish human, if you only knew the prowess with which he wields this mighty weapon!! He holds it at the ready, following after Izaya*

I don't know if you want to go after anyone else. I tried findin the other trolls, but...I don't even know where to start. This place is all messed up now.