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[devwocean]

Dualscar and Mindfang are seated across from each other in a room lit by candles, wood panelled and close - a ship's cabin. A crystal decanter of a deep red wine open between them, mostly empty. Their glasses are also mostly empty, but neither of them seem inclined to refill them.

Mindfang is rather distracted, you see. A troll in a slave's tunic kneels on the floor between her legs, her hands reaching up to undo the ties on Mindfang's shirt. Her hands are shaking visibly, but she doesn't hesitate in her obedience to Mindfang's will. Though the slave's face is hidden, her horns match Dolorosa's. Mindfang strokes the slave's hair, watching Dualscar under heavily-lidded eyes.

Dualscar is watching the goings-on with eyes narrowed, his fists clenching and unclenching in frustration. "I'm done wwith this, Spinneret! I'm not goin' to sit here an let you wwalk all ovver me. If you're not interested in wwhat I havve to offer, then I'll just fuckin' leavve, understand? You'vve plied the seas at my sufferance all a this time. You can't just treat me like this!"

Mindfang flicks her free hand carelessly. Though her words are muffled, it's clear that she's inviting him to leave. Dualscar leaps to his feet, knocking over his chair. With a snarl, he strides from the room, cape rippling, and slams the door behind himself.

[OOC: Interactive or not is fine!]

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[shesapir8]

[This Mindfang is older then the one of the dream, light glinting off her metal arm, her hair just covering her burnt out eye. But she still recognises the place, recognises each troll. This is what finally made him snap, not in the way she anticipated. But in the end, she was not one of the two that were dead and that's what counts.

She stays to watch herself and the Dolorosa for a few seconds before moving to following him. It's been a long time since she's walked through this ship but it was still hers, and the way around is still familiar. Enough that she catches up quickly.]

You know, the way I treated you was entirely acceptable for a black romance. But you never could understand why I couldn't switch from black to red for you. Rather arrogant, really.

[devwocean]

[He hears her, and pauses, shocked that she followed him out. He turns, but doesn't immediately notice the physical differences, taking a few steps closer and trying to press her up against the wall]

I'vve got nothin' but black feelins for you, Spinneret. If you think I wwanted somethin' red, then you're delusional.

[He's the delusional one, but whatever. It's nto exactly that he wants her red. It's that he wants her, whole and completely. He wants her to want him more than he wants her.]

[wavesofjade]

[She remembers this. Ah, the memory is hazy and difficult to recall, and she doesn't clearly recall the words he spoke at the time, but she remembers. For a long moment she's torn between addressing what she saw, and just letting it be, but her softening feelings towards Dualscar as well as her own curiosity prompt her to softly clear her throat once the dream is done.]

Was it really so much of a surprise to you, Dualscar?

[aim_exorable]

[Well this is an awkward thing to accidentally be pulled into. On the other hand, it is also almost fascinating. All he had heard was Mindfang's side of the story, no matter how much he didn't want to hear it. Now he knows the other side.]

[Darkleer isn't sure how he fits into this whole scheme considering the timeframe, so he tries to seem inconspicuous as he leans against one of the walls outside of the room Dualscar just left.]

...I doubt that went as anyone quite planned.

[bestestfurrend]

[There's an unhappy, shocked sound from Nepeta as she covers her mouth, eyes wide - no, not Miss Dolorosa, how could she?! The video on her end lasts only a split second. She's quite sick of seeing these memories by now.]

[devwocean]

[The dream is one he has often, though it did have some particularly odd elements. When he sees that his SFC has some messages, he grabs it and looks through them, only then realizing what happened.

It's dark in the room, which makes it hard to see his face as he answers]

Wwhich part shouldn't a been a surprise to me?

[devwocean]

[He whirls and bares his teeth at the unexpected comment. Seeing Darkleer as part of his crew who's accompanied him to Mindfang's ship, he sneers]

You havve some kind a comment for me? Wwe're leavvin'. Come.

[devwocean]

[He notices the short video and replies to it automatically]

Wwhat noww?

[aim_exorable]

I am not particular sure if you would like to hear any of it.

[Still, thanks to that obedient bit in him that still hasn't quite been erased, he follows after him with his hands folded behind his back.]

[video] interacting is too mainstream

[unconchonable]

[Welp. Guess some of that self-glorifying hogwash that Mindfang wrote in her journal was accurate to some events.]

What a fuckin' slut. Honestly. I swear, it's in their blood to be lustful and worthless hags obsessed with infidelity.

[YEP THOSE ARE ERIDAN'S TWO-CENTS.]

[devwocean]

[He glances back at Darkleer, his eyes narrowed and fins slightly flared with irritation]

You'd be right about that. A gutterblood like you'vve got nothin' I wwish to hear right noww. Unless you're interested in improvvin' my mood, I suggest you bite your fuckin' tongue.

[video]

[devwocean]

[The words, especially coming from Eridan, are gratifying to hear, that's for sure. He can't help but smile a little, despite his feelings of humiliation over this moment from his past being witnessed.]

You'vve got experience wwith somethin' like this?

[bestestfurrend]

[Nope, sorry, the kittytroll you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. It seems far too rude and invasive to Dolorosa to even talk about what she saw with anyone.]

[aim_exorable]

I'd have to make it worse before it could get better, and since that isn't the quick solution you're looking for...

[Darkleer returns the stare, back in his usual stoic expression quite comfortably.]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar stops walking and turns towards the blue blood, studying him closely. Then his hand snaps out, intending to grab him by the collar and drag him close]

Wwhat are you talkin' about, filth?

[aim_exorable]

[He goes with the action, not intimidated in the slightest. Darkleer simply stares back at him.]

I'm talking about the truth, which wouldn't please you in the slightest.

[shesapir8]

[She lets him push her back into the wall, blue lips splitting into a mocking smirk. After all her own relationship problems, watching him struggle and flouder in their past makes her feel just that tiny bit better.]

Oh of course, if you say so darling. There's only black in your blood pusher, you only desire my teeth and claws and the fight. You don't want something... softer at all.

[Her hand runs over his cheek, a light caress before falling]

[devwocean]

[Sarcastically] Because you knoww so fuckin' much I suppose about things that don't concern you.

[But there's a little something familiar about this Archeradicator, and he hesitates, his fingers loosening on Darkleer's shirt. Somehow this troll is associated with Mindfang in his mind, but he can't recall why.]

But fine, I'll givve you a chance. Tell me wwhat you wwant to say and I'll forebear cullin' you evven if I don't like it.

[aim_exorable]

You'd be surprised.

[That would sound sarcastic back, except Darkleer's tone is still so bland. He nods to their surroundings, now made easier with Dualscar's loose grip.]

Shall I begin as we head back to the privacy of your ship, then?

[devwocean]

[Dualscar lets go reluctantly, but he does want off this ship. He turns and begins to lead the way again] This isn't the place for a convversation, anywway. Followw me.

[And in the way of dreams, no sooner does he give the command, but they are walking into Dualscar's quarters on his own ship. He takes a seat in a chair, and waves a hand to Darkleer, then points to the sideboard on which a decanter of wine sits with some glasses.]

Make yourself useful an pour me a glass a wwine.

[aim_exorable]

[The strange transition makes the skin crawl on the back of his neck, but Darkleer keeps himself calm. At the order, he quirks an eyebrow.]

No slaves to do such work, then?

[He goes to do it anyway, however, but pointedly pours a glass for himself. You aren't his real boss!!!]

[devwocean]

I'm not about to wwait for a slavve when I'vve got someone already here.

[He doesn't object to the extra glass, and gestures next to the other chair, waiting.]

[aim_exorable]

Fair enough, I suppose.

[Glasses in hand, he goes to take his seat and carefully sets Dualscar's down.]

So. What were you expecting with this visit to her?

[devwocean]

[He picks up his glass and takes a large swallow] She's my fuckin' kismesis. Wwhat do you think I expected?

[aim_exorable]

For her to get under your skin and frustrate you, which is what appears to have happened.

[Darkleer takes a small cautious sip of his own. Can you get wasted on dream booze? Important questions.]

Am I incorrect?