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Date & Time: Nov 12, shortly after this post
Location: Outside the apartment building
Characters: Meenah Peixes and Sollux Captor
Summary: Sollux tries to convince Meenah to not pick a fight by offering to go cause some destruction.
Warnings: Possible destruction.

Contrary to what he wanted Jericho to believe, Sollux isn't the kind of troll who goes out and seeks destruction. For the most part, it finds him. It's almost like he conjures it. That's a pun, since he's a Mage and all. But this time, it really was a thing that needed to happen. Meenah was a naturally destructive force, one that can't be simply calmed, and so this is ... sort of necessary. Or maybe it isn't, maybe there was another way, but it all was happening so fast, and Eridan was trying to get her to fight or kill Kanaya and it just was going to end up very badly if he didn't do something quick. So he did. And it's really stupid, in retrospect, but it's what he's got and what he's sticking with.

Exiting the apartment building with a light coat (it's getting colder out), he looks for the other Peixes he knows. Although there's a different one he'd much rather be spending time with...

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Meenah's already standing there, waiting for him. She's dressed in her usual sagging grey pants though she's switched up her black shirt for a low-cut one and some pink hoodie thrown over it. She doesn't really have any qualms being here, though she does find it weird that Sollux was so insistent on getting her away from that whole situation.

But, lucky for him, she had grown bored fast of the wrigglers' attempts on talking big and thinking they could take her. She couldn't wait for the day when she would chomp them in half, grin widening at the thought. A noise catches her attention though and she looks up to see Sollux walking out of the building, raising her hand holding the trident at him before setting it down and leaning against it.

"Sup, Thollukth." She laughs a little, her cackling giggle, white-out eyes gleaming from behind her lenses. "You don't look like somemoby who fucks shit up for the shell of it."

"Becauthe I don't," he says with half a shrug. He's pulled her away from the fight, so while he'll still hang out with her like he said he would, he's not going to keep up the lie about enjoying destruction.

"But I thaid I would, tho here I am. There'th a junkyard down thouth of here, where there'th thome old carsth and thingsth if you want to look at that."

"Well, let's gooo then!"

She sprints off ahead of him, braids trailing after her and moving too excitedly at the prospect of destruction than one should. She manages to approach the junkyard in a few minutes, coming to a stop.

"Aw man, shit, this is fuckin' prawnsome! Look at all this beachin' stuff!" She gestures to all the wrecked cars, giggling. "Yo, bouy. Your psii-powers are gonna look so cool fuckin' blowin' this shit up."

Yeah, sprinting isn't a thing he's doing. He barely even did that when fighting the imps in Sgrub. He keeps a pace that's a jogging speed at best, and eventually catches up to Meenah.

"Wait," he says with a pause, "I'm not going to be the only one destroying thingsth here, right?" Because even though he doesn't want to blow shit up... it'd be even worse to be the ONLY one blowing shit up.

Meenah just cackles in reply, raising her trident and sticking one end into a busted car door. There's a loud crunch as the points pierces the metal before she lifts it over her head, skewered before swinging her trident back and then forwards like a baseball bat.

The car door flings off of the 2x4dentkind and towards Sollux, and Meenah cups her hand to her mouth, calling, "Catch!"

Oh. Okay, that was more like what he meant. Except now there's a door flying towards him pretty damn fast and his first thought isn't actually to catch it, it's to blow it up. He raises his glasses for a second as the door flies towards him and sets off an energy blast powerful enough to just nearly vaporize the door. It falls to the ground, burnt and half the mass it was previously.

"Uh. I didn't catch it." No shit, Trollock.

She's laughing again. The fact that violence excites her so much should probably be disturbing considering she's from Beforus, but knowing who she is... or will be, anyways. She's already climbing up a stack of junk, stabbing tires before there's one on each prong, sticking upwards.

"S'chool, Captor the sequel. I'll give ya anotter shot."

And then she's flinging the tires at him too, one after another in a continuous movement.

"It'th Thollux," he replies, although the nickname doesn't really bother him too much, if only because of 'sequel' meaning 'two.'

He doesn't burn the tires headed toward him on instinct this time, more concentrated on catching them as they head toward him, and flinging them into the air. Eventually, as the first one starts to head down, he's sending the fourth one up, and it almost looks like juggling. He's amused for a second at that, and then realizing juggling is what shitty indigoblood clowns do, and instantly scowls, but keeps them afloat.

"What should I do with them?"

Now she looks annoyed because she was definitely expecting another eye-blast explosion again. She stands there with one hand on her hip, the other holding her trident and frowns, rolling her ghost-eyes.

"Yo, you were shoreposed to fuckin' blow them up! What the glub you think you be doin', jugglin' them like some shitty fuckin' clown shit?"

"They're going to thmell really bad if I blow them up!" Come on, Meenah, burning rubber? The worst smell in the world. Also Sollux is a complete little bitch and things like bad smells bother him.

"Oh my cod, who fuckin' caaaares?"

Because look out, Sollux. That's another car door coming straight towards him.

And that, he manages to blow up completely, if only because he's too busy still juggling the tires. No blackened piece of rust remains after he finishes blasting it, just smoke and ash. "There. Ith that what you wanted?"

"Yesss!!!"

She clasps her hands together, bouncing down from the junk pile, only to hop around to a lower area and then starting to climb on top of the pile of junk cards. "Look, Captor, you totes have the prawntential to be someone so cool. Like, way cooler than my fuckin' Captor -- that groess loser. You just gotta like, be way less up-tight aboat stuff, y'know?"

"Being leth up-tight about thingsth, pthionicsth included, meansth people die. Tho no. That'th not gonna happen. I don't care if you think I'm cooler than the other Captor you know, I already know I'm an abtholute shithead and that won't change," oh great, another depressing rant.

She's still climbing the cards, but snerks a little, sneering at him. "Da fuck was that, dude? You gonna start shittin' all over yourshell now?"

Meenah pauses.

"Shell, I mean, if you're just gon' whine aboat how much you glubbin' suck or somefin, I ain't gonna stop ya, but glub aboat a total fuckin' buzzkill."