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nauticalnightmare) wrote2013-08-25 11:40 am
nauticalnightmare) wrote2013-08-25 11:40 am
Ruby City App
PLAYER
Name: Rose
Age: 24
Personal Journal:rosenight
E-mail: vampire_prince_belial@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: aim: kakarikarose
CHARACTER
Name: Eridan Ampora
Canon: Homestuck
Age: 6 sweeps (About 14)
Timeline: Post death
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: For trolls, the higher on the hemospectrum one is the more prone they are to violence and instability. Eridan being a sea dweller and thus having the second highest blood there is SHOULD be a prime example of that. At first one would think he is. Eridan possesses a sharp mind and an obsession with genocide, wishing to wipe out all land dwellers and spending most of his time growing up amassing weapons and tools of destruction just to accomplish this task. He's the type who's stuck up, enjoying reading about famous conquerors and their exploits and learning as much as he can from them in order to put up his own appearance of being such an awesome badass. His complete failure to actually succeed or even go through with these plans however completely kill the purpose and no one takes him seriously about it.
He's considered by others to be a massive douchebag, and lives up to the reputation without giving a single fuck what they say. He's ROYALTY and it's only natural that others be below him and bow to his wishes. Even when they hardly give him the time of day. He considers himself more regal and sophisticated than the measly land dwelling scum but really, he's a bit of a drama queen. Theatrics is one of his biggest passions, going out of his way to make a big deal out of nothing and once he's brushed off just huffing over it and bitching with that 'greater than thou' mentality. Despite that though, one of the people he opens up the most to is not only a land dweller but also the lowest blood as it's not even on the spectrum. Of course, Eridan didn't know this at first but it didn't change when he found out either. Despite his tough guy attitude he's very emotional under the surface but even that's never taken seriously. Because despite everything he says, Eridan happens to contradict himself at every turn.
The only thing he loves more than the idea of genocide and armageddon for land dwellers is wizards and magic, even to the point of having a fridge full of shitty fake wands and wizard statues decorating his bedroom. But even loving it so much, he's HIGHLY adamant when it comes to pointing out that magic is FAKEY FAKEY FAKE. Even seeing it with his own eyes being wielded by Rose he refuses to believe it's real and thinks she's stupid for believing in it. And even still, there's that little bit of contradiction showing when he demands she tell him her secrets. Probably because he wants to learn to do it himself because he loves magic so much. Though even when he DOES get his own powerful working wand, he refuses to call it magic and declares it his SCIENCE wand. Because magic is fake and stupid.
He's also damn near impossible to reason with, another reason why no one really likes dealing with him. Once he's set his mind on something he's too stubborn and full of himself to admit he's wrong or change his opinion in even the slightest bit. The magic thing is one example of him being stupidly dedicated to his beliefs even when there's glaring evidence against them, another was one that was a keystone in his eventual downfall. Every planet had imps that were meant to be killed and then the resident NPCs of the planet which were meant to help and guide the player. Eridan however, was convinced his angel NPCs were against him and were always angry so he spent almost all of his time killing them off. Even when he talks to Karkat and asks him why no one ever visits his planet, Karkat yells at him it's because all he does all the time is kill angels when they did nothing wrong. He sticks to his defense that they're just so angry and clearly a threat, even not listening when Karkat points out they're probably angry because he keeps KILLING THEM.
Another contradicting aspect is that despite the fact that he hates all land dwellers and sees them below him, he just can't seem to stop hitting on damn near all of them. But in that regard as well, he can never quite make up his mind. Trolls have a special and highly complicated romance quadrant system ( http://mspaintadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Troll_Relationships ) based off of the main emotions of hate and pity, but Eridan can never seem to stick to one quadrant for someone. When it came to being black with Vriska and pale with Feferi, both cases ended badly because of his attitude and behaviors and in both instances he flipped from what he was supposed to be feeling for them to feeling flushed. There are very few who are spared from Eridan's advances and most just brush him off completely and turn him down hard.
One thing he's most proud of and has no issues flaunting is his royal status, which really just makes him incredibly vain and image conscious. He wears a ridiculous amount of gaudy gold and amethyst rings, always keeps his hair styled and dyed perfectly and thinks his cloths make him look totally cool. And his confidence is enough to make him believe he IS cool, despite the fact that everyone else thinks he's a bit of a tool. Because there is no universe where walking around dressed in striped pants, a cape and a scarf and wearing glasses can be considered any form of the word cool. It just comes off as a hipster douchebag, which is what he really is.
Despite all of his attitude and theatrics, he really is more lonely than he likes to admit most of the time. But because of how he is, no one ever takes him seriously. He's poured out his feelings to Karkat (always looking for relationship advice and sometimes hitting on him in the process) and Kanaya (the pseudo "mother" figure of the group), telling them it's lonely and its hard being a kid growing up and no one understands. So it's no real surprise that a genocidal douche dumped, ignored and generally treated like shit eventually snapped under all the pressure. After all, he is just a kid. A kid who would be a prime example of that one kid in class who'd finally taken so much shit they decided to bring a gun to school and show everyone just why they shouldn't be picked on. Which essentially is what he did.
The highblood instability shows best when he's pushed to his brink, normally having more self control and able to brush things off without a care. But when combined with his stubborn "I'm always right" attitude and the girl who dumped him and practically flaunted her new relationship in his face turning against him when he's doing something HE thinks is the right and safest choice (even when it's completely stupid and suicidal and will get all of them killed), the breaking point of his self control was met. However, he's not completely heartless. Even when snapped, he only attacked the ones who attacked him, not even bothering to look at Karkat who was in the room watching the whole thing when he killed two of them and left the other blinded and injured.
Which is another thing about Eridan and proves that he's serious about relationships that he's after. Sollux attacked him just as fiercely as Feferi and Kanaya did, but he had no connection to the two girls (any longer) and killed them without even hesitating. Sollux however he had been pursuing for quite some time trying to get into a black relationship with him. And the biggest rule when it comes to kismessisitude is that no matter how fierce the fights and rivalry gets, you don't under any circumstance kill your kismessis.
Tough and stubborn he might be, but even Eridan knows when he's completely and totally fucked. He's not stupid enough to be cocky in the face of something too much for him to handle, but his courage drains completely when it happens and he becomes frozen to the spot. Such as was the case when Kanaya came back to life as a vampire and was clearly rampaging for revenge, sawing him in half after breaking the wand she made for him and then mixing his blood with her lipstick as she put it on.
Background: Wikia
Abilities: + Sylladex: an inventory system commonly used in his world that contains two decks of cards, Captchalogue Deck for storing regular items and the Strife Deck for storing weapons that are equipped.
+ Sea dweller troll: can breath and speak naturally underwater.
+ Troll in general: has thicker skin than humans and thus a higher tolerance to pain along with being faster and stronger than a human.
+ Highblood troll: Able to lose mass amounts of blood without dying.
+ Highly proficient with both rifles and wands in battle.
+ Extensive knowledge about military battle tactics and strategies.
+ Prince of Hope: has the ability to destroy hope in others.
+ Extensive military history knowledge
First Person: Wwhat the fuck?
[The voice the cuts over the network with a strange accent is laced with annoyance, and the question is followed by some unintelligible mumbles as the boy tries to find out just how to work the communicator without realize that it's already on. But after a minute or two, his voice comes out clearer.]
Alright you bottom feeders, I'm goin' to need some fuckin' answwers here. First a all, wwhat kind a name is Ruby City anywway? I mean, look at this place. There ain't even anythin' red to stand out in it so wwhy the hell wwould anyone giwe it such a misleadin' name?
[He scoffs, clearly nitpicking little shit just because he can. And because really, he doesn't know what else to do. It's a small hope to get the attention of someone who might know him, without going out of his way to sound pathetic and asking for help.]
But that doesn't really matter, wwho the fuck knowws wwhat goes on in feeble human minds, if anythin' at all. Assumin' that there's others here wwho actually knoww wwhat the fuck is goin' on, I demand someone fill me in on the situation. Unlike some a you, I'm in no rush to get back to my wworld so I don't giwe a fuck about your opinions on that. Yeah, I'we heard wwe can't go back wwhat kind a idiot do you take me for? Someone tell me there's at least a library around here to find out more concrete information. An' if all you can tell me is stupid as fuck obwious shit, don't waste my time.
Third Person: (Taken from a different game)
Being royalty meant keeping calm in any situation, knowing that you're better than everyone around you and keeping confident that no matter how they look at you you will know that they're just jealous that they could never even hope to be as fucking awesome as you are. Even when stuck in a room filled with a species you had only seen over videos in passing, Eridan kept that mentality strong. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the way he looked and if those fucking pink monkeys kept giving him odd looks then it could clearly mean nothing else but jealousy that they weren't as good looking as him. Easier said than done really, given the fact that if it weren't for his strong desire to keep up appearances he'd probably be flipping the fuck out.
Externally at least. Internal had already been there, done that and said fuck it it's not worth the stress. Waking up in an unknown room, surrounded by aliens, having no access to his strife deck and the last memories in his mind being a hazy recollection of a psycho pissed off rainbow drinker tearing into him with a chainsaw... Those things could tend to leave someone just a bit on edge. More than once his hand had subtly drifted under the hem of his shirt, feeling a scar there that felt way too tender and just a bit sore. Proof that he was alive, at least. Dream bubbles weren't supposed to be like this. They were made up of memories, of things that were meant to make you forget shit that happened before you died just long enough to make you relive some other crappy memories. But everything was clear, enough so that even something glowing out of the corner of his vision was enough to make him flinch ever so slightly. The one thing that had calmed him down had been rationality. These were humans, and from the looks of things just as unarmed as he was. If he couldn't reach his weapons, they most likely couldn't reach theirs either and if push came to shove his claws were sharp enough on their own to do some damage to that pink flesh of theirs. Which really would have been a pain in the ass in itself, he spent far too much time taking care of his nails to have to clean meat and blood off of them and his rings. They weren't worth the effort.
At least he didn't have very long to stew in his own thoughts, as that never really ended well in the long run, before shit finally started getting explained. He was unsure at first, wondering just what right did these assholes think they had to bring people without their permission and expect them to be willing to lend a hand. However, he could understand why that BREW thing brought him here. Of course it wasn't his time to die, he had always been meant for much greater things and to be able to follow in the footsteps of the legendary Orphaner Dualscar. This was just his chance, albeit one that he hadn't exactly been expecting and not quite what he had in mind, it was still a chance to prove himself better than all the rest. And to top it off it was a war against witches and their filthy fake magic and if that wasn't a sign that this was meant for him then he didn't know what was. The tour had his rapt attention after that, taking in all the details he could and already trying to go over more possibilities in his mind. He would have to research this world, figure out where their bases had to be and what were the best ways to go about an absolute takeover. There had to be a library somewhere that had more information on this place, maps and possibly more in detail descriptions of just what the bond between meisters and weapons meant. Though only having one partner seemed a little too much like the human's limited concept of romance interfering with what could possibly be the most amazing meister ever with a wide range of weapons under their control, he figured he could deal with it for now. One was better than nothing, even if it would be limited to only filling one quadrant he supposed it could always depend on which one it was.
Even if he was younger than most of the people around him, and more than likely most of the people BREW brought to this city in general, he was fully determined that he could show all of those assholes just what it meant to be a true legend given the right time. The further the tour went though, the more there was a nagging at the back of his thinkpan he just couldn't quite place. It was only when he could have sworn he felt an unease wash over him that common sense punched him in the gut, right over the fresh scar there. If he was here, there was a chance that the other trolls could have been brought here as well. That thought alone was enough to feel like his insides were twisting in on themselves, not even taking into the consideration of what if BREW fucked up? What if it hadn't realized that Kan's lipstick was actually a deadly fucking weapon in disguise? What if Sol was around somewhere, those psionics still as powerful as ever and here he was without even a way to defend himself? While he prided himself on his ability in fights, it wasn't the same if he was unarmed and out numbered. And Fef... Yeah, he really didn't want to be thinking down this road. Suddenly he was a bit more nervous than he initially had been and was just ready for this tour to be over so he could get to whatever hive they had waiting for him to hide himself away until he got his bearings on just what sized shitstorm he was looking at dealing with here.
Killing people out of blind rage is always so much easier when they can't come back to life and seek revenge. And worse of all, he didn't even have his cape to curl up in and hate his life. The debate to stop by the clothing store and see if they had a suitable replacement was a strong one, almost enough to get him to venture away from the safety of the tour to see what he could find, but no. Hiding first, fashion later. Maybe hiding first, weapon acquisition second and then fashion. Because with his luck (fuck you Vris for stealing it all to yourself) they would all be there and would still be pissed. Finding a weapon as soon as possible on top of finding out just what the others may still be able to do seemed like a good plan.
Name: Rose
Age: 24
Personal Journal:
rosenightE-mail: vampire_prince_belial@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: aim: kakarikarose
CHARACTER
Name: Eridan Ampora
Canon: Homestuck
Age: 6 sweeps (About 14)
Timeline: Post death
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: For trolls, the higher on the hemospectrum one is the more prone they are to violence and instability. Eridan being a sea dweller and thus having the second highest blood there is SHOULD be a prime example of that. At first one would think he is. Eridan possesses a sharp mind and an obsession with genocide, wishing to wipe out all land dwellers and spending most of his time growing up amassing weapons and tools of destruction just to accomplish this task. He's the type who's stuck up, enjoying reading about famous conquerors and their exploits and learning as much as he can from them in order to put up his own appearance of being such an awesome badass. His complete failure to actually succeed or even go through with these plans however completely kill the purpose and no one takes him seriously about it.
He's considered by others to be a massive douchebag, and lives up to the reputation without giving a single fuck what they say. He's ROYALTY and it's only natural that others be below him and bow to his wishes. Even when they hardly give him the time of day. He considers himself more regal and sophisticated than the measly land dwelling scum but really, he's a bit of a drama queen. Theatrics is one of his biggest passions, going out of his way to make a big deal out of nothing and once he's brushed off just huffing over it and bitching with that 'greater than thou' mentality. Despite that though, one of the people he opens up the most to is not only a land dweller but also the lowest blood as it's not even on the spectrum. Of course, Eridan didn't know this at first but it didn't change when he found out either. Despite his tough guy attitude he's very emotional under the surface but even that's never taken seriously. Because despite everything he says, Eridan happens to contradict himself at every turn.
The only thing he loves more than the idea of genocide and armageddon for land dwellers is wizards and magic, even to the point of having a fridge full of shitty fake wands and wizard statues decorating his bedroom. But even loving it so much, he's HIGHLY adamant when it comes to pointing out that magic is FAKEY FAKEY FAKE. Even seeing it with his own eyes being wielded by Rose he refuses to believe it's real and thinks she's stupid for believing in it. And even still, there's that little bit of contradiction showing when he demands she tell him her secrets. Probably because he wants to learn to do it himself because he loves magic so much. Though even when he DOES get his own powerful working wand, he refuses to call it magic and declares it his SCIENCE wand. Because magic is fake and stupid.
He's also damn near impossible to reason with, another reason why no one really likes dealing with him. Once he's set his mind on something he's too stubborn and full of himself to admit he's wrong or change his opinion in even the slightest bit. The magic thing is one example of him being stupidly dedicated to his beliefs even when there's glaring evidence against them, another was one that was a keystone in his eventual downfall. Every planet had imps that were meant to be killed and then the resident NPCs of the planet which were meant to help and guide the player. Eridan however, was convinced his angel NPCs were against him and were always angry so he spent almost all of his time killing them off. Even when he talks to Karkat and asks him why no one ever visits his planet, Karkat yells at him it's because all he does all the time is kill angels when they did nothing wrong. He sticks to his defense that they're just so angry and clearly a threat, even not listening when Karkat points out they're probably angry because he keeps KILLING THEM.
Another contradicting aspect is that despite the fact that he hates all land dwellers and sees them below him, he just can't seem to stop hitting on damn near all of them. But in that regard as well, he can never quite make up his mind. Trolls have a special and highly complicated romance quadrant system ( http://mspaintadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Troll_Relationships ) based off of the main emotions of hate and pity, but Eridan can never seem to stick to one quadrant for someone. When it came to being black with Vriska and pale with Feferi, both cases ended badly because of his attitude and behaviors and in both instances he flipped from what he was supposed to be feeling for them to feeling flushed. There are very few who are spared from Eridan's advances and most just brush him off completely and turn him down hard.
One thing he's most proud of and has no issues flaunting is his royal status, which really just makes him incredibly vain and image conscious. He wears a ridiculous amount of gaudy gold and amethyst rings, always keeps his hair styled and dyed perfectly and thinks his cloths make him look totally cool. And his confidence is enough to make him believe he IS cool, despite the fact that everyone else thinks he's a bit of a tool. Because there is no universe where walking around dressed in striped pants, a cape and a scarf and wearing glasses can be considered any form of the word cool. It just comes off as a hipster douchebag, which is what he really is.
Despite all of his attitude and theatrics, he really is more lonely than he likes to admit most of the time. But because of how he is, no one ever takes him seriously. He's poured out his feelings to Karkat (always looking for relationship advice and sometimes hitting on him in the process) and Kanaya (the pseudo "mother" figure of the group), telling them it's lonely and its hard being a kid growing up and no one understands. So it's no real surprise that a genocidal douche dumped, ignored and generally treated like shit eventually snapped under all the pressure. After all, he is just a kid. A kid who would be a prime example of that one kid in class who'd finally taken so much shit they decided to bring a gun to school and show everyone just why they shouldn't be picked on. Which essentially is what he did.
The highblood instability shows best when he's pushed to his brink, normally having more self control and able to brush things off without a care. But when combined with his stubborn "I'm always right" attitude and the girl who dumped him and practically flaunted her new relationship in his face turning against him when he's doing something HE thinks is the right and safest choice (even when it's completely stupid and suicidal and will get all of them killed), the breaking point of his self control was met. However, he's not completely heartless. Even when snapped, he only attacked the ones who attacked him, not even bothering to look at Karkat who was in the room watching the whole thing when he killed two of them and left the other blinded and injured.
Which is another thing about Eridan and proves that he's serious about relationships that he's after. Sollux attacked him just as fiercely as Feferi and Kanaya did, but he had no connection to the two girls (any longer) and killed them without even hesitating. Sollux however he had been pursuing for quite some time trying to get into a black relationship with him. And the biggest rule when it comes to kismessisitude is that no matter how fierce the fights and rivalry gets, you don't under any circumstance kill your kismessis.
Tough and stubborn he might be, but even Eridan knows when he's completely and totally fucked. He's not stupid enough to be cocky in the face of something too much for him to handle, but his courage drains completely when it happens and he becomes frozen to the spot. Such as was the case when Kanaya came back to life as a vampire and was clearly rampaging for revenge, sawing him in half after breaking the wand she made for him and then mixing his blood with her lipstick as she put it on.
Background: Wikia
Abilities: + Sylladex: an inventory system commonly used in his world that contains two decks of cards, Captchalogue Deck for storing regular items and the Strife Deck for storing weapons that are equipped.
+ Sea dweller troll: can breath and speak naturally underwater.
+ Troll in general: has thicker skin than humans and thus a higher tolerance to pain along with being faster and stronger than a human.
+ Highblood troll: Able to lose mass amounts of blood without dying.
+ Highly proficient with both rifles and wands in battle.
+ Extensive knowledge about military battle tactics and strategies.
+ Prince of Hope: has the ability to destroy hope in others.
+ Extensive military history knowledge
First Person: Wwhat the fuck?
[The voice the cuts over the network with a strange accent is laced with annoyance, and the question is followed by some unintelligible mumbles as the boy tries to find out just how to work the communicator without realize that it's already on. But after a minute or two, his voice comes out clearer.]
Alright you bottom feeders, I'm goin' to need some fuckin' answwers here. First a all, wwhat kind a name is Ruby City anywway? I mean, look at this place. There ain't even anythin' red to stand out in it so wwhy the hell wwould anyone giwe it such a misleadin' name?
[He scoffs, clearly nitpicking little shit just because he can. And because really, he doesn't know what else to do. It's a small hope to get the attention of someone who might know him, without going out of his way to sound pathetic and asking for help.]
But that doesn't really matter, wwho the fuck knowws wwhat goes on in feeble human minds, if anythin' at all. Assumin' that there's others here wwho actually knoww wwhat the fuck is goin' on, I demand someone fill me in on the situation. Unlike some a you, I'm in no rush to get back to my wworld so I don't giwe a fuck about your opinions on that. Yeah, I'we heard wwe can't go back wwhat kind a idiot do you take me for? Someone tell me there's at least a library around here to find out more concrete information. An' if all you can tell me is stupid as fuck obwious shit, don't waste my time.
Third Person: (Taken from a different game)
Being royalty meant keeping calm in any situation, knowing that you're better than everyone around you and keeping confident that no matter how they look at you you will know that they're just jealous that they could never even hope to be as fucking awesome as you are. Even when stuck in a room filled with a species you had only seen over videos in passing, Eridan kept that mentality strong. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the way he looked and if those fucking pink monkeys kept giving him odd looks then it could clearly mean nothing else but jealousy that they weren't as good looking as him. Easier said than done really, given the fact that if it weren't for his strong desire to keep up appearances he'd probably be flipping the fuck out.
Externally at least. Internal had already been there, done that and said fuck it it's not worth the stress. Waking up in an unknown room, surrounded by aliens, having no access to his strife deck and the last memories in his mind being a hazy recollection of a psycho pissed off rainbow drinker tearing into him with a chainsaw... Those things could tend to leave someone just a bit on edge. More than once his hand had subtly drifted under the hem of his shirt, feeling a scar there that felt way too tender and just a bit sore. Proof that he was alive, at least. Dream bubbles weren't supposed to be like this. They were made up of memories, of things that were meant to make you forget shit that happened before you died just long enough to make you relive some other crappy memories. But everything was clear, enough so that even something glowing out of the corner of his vision was enough to make him flinch ever so slightly. The one thing that had calmed him down had been rationality. These were humans, and from the looks of things just as unarmed as he was. If he couldn't reach his weapons, they most likely couldn't reach theirs either and if push came to shove his claws were sharp enough on their own to do some damage to that pink flesh of theirs. Which really would have been a pain in the ass in itself, he spent far too much time taking care of his nails to have to clean meat and blood off of them and his rings. They weren't worth the effort.
At least he didn't have very long to stew in his own thoughts, as that never really ended well in the long run, before shit finally started getting explained. He was unsure at first, wondering just what right did these assholes think they had to bring people without their permission and expect them to be willing to lend a hand. However, he could understand why that BREW thing brought him here. Of course it wasn't his time to die, he had always been meant for much greater things and to be able to follow in the footsteps of the legendary Orphaner Dualscar. This was just his chance, albeit one that he hadn't exactly been expecting and not quite what he had in mind, it was still a chance to prove himself better than all the rest. And to top it off it was a war against witches and their filthy fake magic and if that wasn't a sign that this was meant for him then he didn't know what was. The tour had his rapt attention after that, taking in all the details he could and already trying to go over more possibilities in his mind. He would have to research this world, figure out where their bases had to be and what were the best ways to go about an absolute takeover. There had to be a library somewhere that had more information on this place, maps and possibly more in detail descriptions of just what the bond between meisters and weapons meant. Though only having one partner seemed a little too much like the human's limited concept of romance interfering with what could possibly be the most amazing meister ever with a wide range of weapons under their control, he figured he could deal with it for now. One was better than nothing, even if it would be limited to only filling one quadrant he supposed it could always depend on which one it was.
Even if he was younger than most of the people around him, and more than likely most of the people BREW brought to this city in general, he was fully determined that he could show all of those assholes just what it meant to be a true legend given the right time. The further the tour went though, the more there was a nagging at the back of his thinkpan he just couldn't quite place. It was only when he could have sworn he felt an unease wash over him that common sense punched him in the gut, right over the fresh scar there. If he was here, there was a chance that the other trolls could have been brought here as well. That thought alone was enough to feel like his insides were twisting in on themselves, not even taking into the consideration of what if BREW fucked up? What if it hadn't realized that Kan's lipstick was actually a deadly fucking weapon in disguise? What if Sol was around somewhere, those psionics still as powerful as ever and here he was without even a way to defend himself? While he prided himself on his ability in fights, it wasn't the same if he was unarmed and out numbered. And Fef... Yeah, he really didn't want to be thinking down this road. Suddenly he was a bit more nervous than he initially had been and was just ready for this tour to be over so he could get to whatever hive they had waiting for him to hide himself away until he got his bearings on just what sized shitstorm he was looking at dealing with here.
Killing people out of blind rage is always so much easier when they can't come back to life and seek revenge. And worse of all, he didn't even have his cape to curl up in and hate his life. The debate to stop by the clothing store and see if they had a suitable replacement was a strong one, almost enough to get him to venture away from the safety of the tour to see what he could find, but no. Hiding first, fashion later. Maybe hiding first, weapon acquisition second and then fashion. Because with his luck (fuck you Vris for stealing it all to yourself) they would all be there and would still be pissed. Finding a weapon as soon as possible on top of finding out just what the others may still be able to do seemed like a good plan.