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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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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."