exsiliumlogs | [closed] What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark?

Date & Time: 04/08/13, night
Location: An alley somewhere in the city
Characters: Leviathan!Eridan(

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Summary: Levi!Eridan has put up with his hunger really well but unfortunately when it gets particularly bad, he gets sloppy. Perhaps even worse, he finds he has company not before long.
Warnings: Possible violence.

[Pretending to be Eridan was far easier than anyone else, in his opinion - with the kid already being an irritable, rude and generally unlikeable type of person he didn't have to pretend to be nice or like anyone in the process of living amongst the transports. However, his hunger always gnawed at him, and this was the longest he had gone without feeding in quite some time - usually he would only feed on the outskirts or further into the outlands in order to keep out of sight, and in general his method of feeding was a lot neater, as not to raise any kinds of alarms.

So as he was wandering through the streets he found being amongst all the crowds was murder, the desire to simply turn on the nearest human and devour them whole regardless of who's looking nearly irresistible, but he's in luck once he spots a more solitary figure out on their own, a middle aged man minding their own business. He doesn't even have to follow them for long before they enter a more secluded area, a narrow alley between a pair of buildings out of the way and what he hopes is a quick and easy kill before anyone notices.]

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[ Her job kept her quite busy, these days. The restructuring and the training necessary took time, took from what she had available to pay attention to everyone not immediately under her jurisdiction.

She hadn't expected Eridan to be anything approaching predictable or easy to keep track of - it was enough to know that he was still here.

But when she hears a noise down an alleyway and turns down it, she really wasn't remotely expecting it to be Eridan and - that does look a great deal like attacking. ]

Eridan! [ Her voice is sharp and angry as she rests one hand on her service pistol. ] What are you doing?

[His face is almost entirely taken up by the fangs, as if his nose and eyes were pushed aside to give room for his abnormally large jaws he now has, dripping with a mixture of blood and saliva. The voice is familiar, of course, and the leviathan immediately registers it from having had access to this body for some time now. He isn't sure whether or not he can talk his way out of this, but aside from the fact he'd have a much less sustainable public presence, it didn't seem like too much of an issue if he couldn't.]

[The top half of his mouth suddenly pulls itself down, restoring his face to it's regular appearance and his mouth to regular proportion, though being a troll meant the teeth would remain fanged regardless, just a little on the smaller side. He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his glasses, slipping them back on as he starts talking.]

Uh.

Hey Ros'.

[He puts one of his hands up in front of him, defensively, the other wiping it's sleeve against his mouth in order to clean up the remains of his "meal".]

I get this whole situation's lookin' awful suspicious but...I can explain.

[Meaning the corpse at his feet that looks like it just got savaged by a pack of wolves...or at least what's left of it.]

[ There's 'it's not as bad as it looks' and there's 'i can explain', and Roslyn has never been a fan of either of those. She's still watching very carefully, hand on her gun, trying to determine what precisely had just happened to his face and what was going on here.

She had no illusions about Eridan's tendency towards violence and ability to kill, but she'd fought beside him in battle and never seen him kill like this, and - well, she couldn't see that he was gaining anything from this.

It didn't fit with what she knew of him. This wasn't the right scenario. ] Get started, then. It might take a little while.

Yeah, see -

[It's such a pain, pretending, but now even more-so with his ruse having been revealed. He thinks lowly of most other species, but humans especially, a habit that's hard to kick even with what he knows of the transport population and some of the things they can do.

What was that gun capable of? Could it actually kill him? Was it provided as a sentient weapon, having evolved to the point he's in danger here, or just a regular firearm?

Even with these thoughts running in his head, he can't help but shake the intense feeling of apathy he has, his expression visibly expressing that before he responds.]

I don't suppose you'd buy trolls eat people and this is just the first time you caught it in action?

[ She raises an eyebrow as he pauses to think, slips her gun free of its holster because right now it seems like having it absolutely free to hand is a good idea.

Something here is very wrong. She's not a people person, but she tends to be a decent judge of character. She doesn't think she's wrong about him. Not this much. ]

Not a chance. Got anything better?

[...

Nah, he just laughs.]

Alright! Alright, you got me. Give the lady a medal, someone. I'm not your little troll pal, you cracked the case, nicely done Agent Small, yadda yadda yadda.

[ The gun is fully up and in position now, centered squarely on him. ]

Who are you, then? And what have you done with him?

Well, he was looking for a place to stay, so was I...I figured he'd understand and share out of the goodness of his heart.

[A rather crass chuckle, since they both know that's not very likely.]

But the last month really has not been kind on the old meatsuit, honestly I'm not sure if he's still even alive in here.

[ Her smile is bitter and tight, everything about her stance rigid. She has no intention of letting whatever this is simply take Eridan.

Certainly not without a fight. ]

If he's not, you're going to be very sorry. What are you?

Leviathan, brought here to this world just like all of you. I'm just unfortunate enough to need special living arrangements the Initiative wouldn't provide.

[Only a half lie; he was brought here from another world, but not by the initiative.

Naturally, the threat goes ignored.]

You mean my - [ a skipped beat as she realizes she doesn't particularly know what exactly to call Eridan before she keeps going regardless ] friend.

And how do you come out?

Ah, well...

[Another grin, fanged and sharp.]

That's the unfortunate part, isn't it? I don't.

[closed] What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark?

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