I was halfway through the fill before my friend said, "Isn't Dualscar/Psiioniic just like Eridan/Sollux?" Well....yeah...but. SHUT UP I'm allowed to fill it!
By the seas do you have a headache. You sit up, feeling the earth give way beneath you. What? You grip what should be the hard wood of your captain's cabin, only to find sand siftin between your fingers. You squint, your vision becomin clearer by the moment, to see, just off the shore of...wherever the hell you are, your ship. Sailin away at a frightenin pace.
That low-blooded scum. That vile pissblood of a helmsman. You know he's done this, no one else in your crew would be so brash. They're all terrified of you. Everyone but him. You can't honestly say you're surprised though, you and he had been trading blows with one another for weeks. Some literal. You should have put a stop to that. No good can come of havin' a black quadrant aboard your own ship. Gives the crew reason to doubt your leadership when the captain is sportin a few bruises. He no doubt was able to convince the rest a the sailors to mutiny, promisin em better treatment or whatever the fuck.
A gutteral growl sounds behind you from the island's interior. You narrow your eyes, scars creasing as you sneer. Wait. You search the sand around you with your hands. Ahab's Crosshairs are no where to be found. You hear more shuffling in the scrub, this time from the left. So...there are more than one stalkin you. A roar is sounded from further in, and its as if the cry pierces through your breastplate, but captain shows no fear.
FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX
By the seas do you have a headache. You sit up, feeling the earth give way beneath you. What? You grip what should be the hard wood of your captain's cabin, only to find sand siftin between your fingers. You squint, your vision becomin clearer by the moment, to see, just off the shore of...wherever the hell you are, your ship. Sailin away at a frightenin pace.
That low-blooded scum. That vile pissblood of a helmsman. You know he's done this, no one else in your crew would be so brash. They're all terrified of you. Everyone but him. You can't honestly say you're surprised though, you and he had been trading blows with one another for weeks. Some literal. You should have put a stop to that. No good can come of havin' a black quadrant aboard your own ship. Gives the crew reason to doubt your leadership when the captain is sportin a few bruises. He no doubt was able to convince the rest a the sailors to mutiny, promisin em better treatment or whatever the fuck.
A gutteral growl sounds behind you from the island's interior. You narrow your eyes, scars creasing as you sneer. Wait. You search the sand around you with your hands. Ahab's Crosshairs are no where to be found. You hear more shuffling in the scrub, this time from the left. So...there are more than one stalkin you. A roar is sounded from further in, and its as if the cry pierces through your breastplate, but captain shows no fear.