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"Nah staffs an' staves are just my choice of recreational weaponry. Ahab's Crosshair's is a family thing. A lineage thing really. My ancestor had it, an' it's mine now. It is a family thing to know how to spar, an' to fight." Eridan watched as he cracked his knuckles, fins twitching at the sound. He wasn't too fussed. His own skeletal system was wrapped in cartilage, much like a shark, and he could pop what he wanted when he wanted. It made it very easy to get out of tight situations, being able to bend and contort or dislocate what he needed to get out and attack or escape.
"Staffs are good for just lazy activity. It doesn't take much to hold them up, an' they're great entertainment for seein' how many people you can knock over in one sweep. Or to see how many things you can balance on the staff an' walk along a line."
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Dave laughs softly, his cheeks dimpling once more. "Right, I forgot that trolls have the whole ancestor thing going on. It's probably good to relax too, I'm guessing. So if you don't have them to practice with, who do you do that with? There shouldn't be many people willing to get their ass kicked." He wondered how good he was with those. The Strider found it rather impressive, even though he knew that most trolls knew their way around some sort of weapon. Melee was always the most impressive to him.
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"Yeah, it's easy to forget to be honest. Most humans don't really get it." He shrugged, taking a sip of the mocha. "I practice with myself last time. My usually sparin' partner bailed on me for some reason. I've been shadow sparrin' most a the time. Perfectin' techniques an' all that." He shrugged again, finishing off the brownie. He was curious as to how Dave sparred. The human sat with an ease and posture that he knew came from years of fighting experience.
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He supposed he was right on that. He'd never really understand what it was to be related to some important guy and then spend his life trying to be as good as they were or something like that. He didn't get how they grew up without someone of their species to raise them to begin with. Trolls were complicated.
He had learned how to start getting more into fighting through out the years. Bro had been surprisingly supportive, and taught him the little tricks of it. Sure, they sometimes had to stitch each other up after a particularly rough session, but he could get by, now that he wasn't like half of his size. He wasn't sure if he was as tall as him now, but if he wasn't, it was only by a couple of inches. "How are your sessions with your sparring partner like? Because mine are usually pretty straight forwards. Stretch for a bit, get over a few close combat techniques and then pretty much get to it for a couple of hours."
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Eridan looked down at his drink, twisting one of his rings around and around his finger. He'd rather not dwell on the fact that he had no records or notes or journals or anything from his ancestor baring the gun. Humans had sometimes very big families, and while it was weird to him, it made him feel weird, lonelier than normal.
He thought for a bit, scratching at his jaw with one hand. "If we're usin' weapons we pick a weapon first. Sometimes we set a time limit, an' limitations. Like if we're gonna be appearin' in public in the next twenty four hours that means no goin' for the face an' no drawin' blood. But otherwise it's more or less just re-establish ground rules, set the time an' go for it. Sometimes we sparred to train in somethin', him usually with precision, an' I just went over what I knew an' tried to get it as perfect as I can."
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"Did you two learn how to spar together or? I don't know, the concept of doing it with a friend is pretty damn weird to me. It's not like I can just be talking to some of my friends and suddenly say 'oh hey, you fight with swords since you were a kid too? what a coincidence!' you know?"
He eyed his rings for a little, now realizing how expensive those looked. "Nice rings, they look pretty fancy." They also looked like they could most certianly hurt someone if he didn't take them off before a fist fight. He'd never understand how someone could look so much like an hipster yet have some sort of threatening traits to them, but he does suppose that he shouldn't judge the troll by the clothe.
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"No. I already knew how to spar an' he needed to vent. Sparrin' was an option an' we were both casual acquaintances." He twisted his ring the other way, spinning it. It was one of the tighter rings, and it was close to painful to twist. It was his easiest form of distraction. "I don't have any friends who'd want to spar with me anyway. They all have better things to do anyway."
He glanced at his rings, spreading his fingers and looking at them. "Yeah. High class seadweller, there for I need high class accessories." He smirked and wiggled his fingers at him.
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"Good use of your time then, but sparring just isn't everyone's ideal of a good time. Stitching up afterwards can be a bitch, and it usually leaves you with a lot of things to regret about the day after." He rolls up his sleeve a little more, showing him a freshly stitched cut, that looked pretty well taken care of. "Got this one a few days ago, still hurts like a bitch when I turn to sleep on that side."
He shook his head in disbelief when he wiggled his fingers, grinning ."And here I was thinking you couldn't get any nerdier. You have proven me wrong." He teased, but leaned over the table a bit more to get a closer look either way. "This one's nice, it has pretty well done details." He says as he points at a ring with wave patterns all around it.
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"Stitchin' up afterwards is the biggest bitch. I remember when we went too far one time, I was pissed an' not thinkin' straight. Misjudged an' sliced him straight up the back an' he got me across the gills. Hurt so bad afterwards." He shifted and pulled up his own sleeve, showing similar nicks and pale grey scars here and there. "The scars gained look cool though."
Eridan rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out, "piss off. At least I'm a classy nerd. Not some dingy weirdo cooped up in a dark flat surrounded by his own trash an' spittin' words at a screen twenty-four seven." Grinning, he let Dave look, holding out the finger with the ring on it and reaching to twist it with his other hand. "I actually made this one myself. The metal it's made from I found in this ravine off a coast somewhere. I buffed it down, melted the ore into shape an' carved while it was still hot."
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He made a face, a mix between worried and actually feeling the pain himself. Having his gills slit doesn't sound like the best of feelings in the world. "I don't have many of those, he has been careful with me, but I have a couple on my chest from misjudging the time I had to block something. My back just straight up looks like crap though, scars everywhere, shit's not pretty."
"I feel offended, I'll have you know that I take bathroom breaks between sessions of spitting words at my screen." He smirks, but quickly raises a brow. "No, I'm not buying that. It looks too perfect, that's bullshit." His look however seemed like one of inquiry and had some space for doubt.
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"Yeah it wasn't pretty. Couldn't get the violet outta the floor for weeks." He pulled a face and hunched slightly in his seat, elbows pulling back against his sides as though he was remembering the pain. "I've got scars here an' there. I used to count them, when I was younger. Thought it was a thing that made me look cool, important. It just made me look stupid, boastin' about scars. I mean, who does that?"
"Oh suuure you do." He grinned and tilted his head.
"No I'm tellin' the truth. Of the coast, about two or three miles. I was deep-divin' for somethin' interestin'. Found some old whale bones an' a shark that kept followin' me an' I had to kick it's nose for it to piss off. But yeah this is real. I think some jewellery buff told me the metal was Tungsten or Palladium or somethin'."
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"Well, when you see actors and shit flaunting around scars like it's the thing they take most pride in, you kinda get that idea. It's mad stupid though, it fucking sucks. I've had to go to school with deep cuts in my back and sit against the fucking chairs that are harder than the Rock's dick, and it isn't something I take pride in." He shrugs.
He can't help but start laughing, though trying to keep it down. "You casually kicked a shark in the fucking nose, no big deal, just another day, and then made a ring out of some shit i found in the ocean. That would sound fake as fuck if it weren't coming from you, but alright, let's say I believe you for now."
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His shoulders hunched awkwardly and he shrugged, "in troll culture, if you've got scars it means you've survived bein' attacked by other trolls or dangerous creatures an' you've come out on top. Therefore you're seen as powerful an' strong." He shrugged again and finished off his mocha.
"Of course I kicked a shark in the nose! What else was I supposed to do. It's not a big deal or anythin'..." He looked carefully at Dave, eyebrows knitting together. "Is it?"
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He grins, shaking his head again "I can't fucking believe you, nobody in their right minds even goes near a shark, let alone kick it's nose for it to fuck off. But then again nobody really crafts rings out of some metal they found underwater. Must be pretty nice being able to breathe underwater."
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"It comes with it's perks." Eridan looked smug, finger tapping against the table absently. "The shark was bein' an ass. It wasn't fuckin' off an' it kept scarin' off this little group a seahorses that I was actually fuckin' lookin' at an' it pissed me off. So I kicked it's nose an' it scrammed."
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"Aren't you the defender of small sea creatures." He smirked, finishing his hot chocolate. "That's the definition of fucking badass. Poor shark. Now he's scarred for life. How deep can you swim?"
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"Seahorses are cool okay." He huffed at him, fins flicking this way and that. "It depends. If there's nothin' wrong with me, like I don't have a cold or anythin', I can go pretty deep. I've never really measured, but I've gone deep enough that there's no natural light anymore."
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He raised a brow, still smirking. "They're pretty cute, yeah. Are you saying you have a thing for seahorses though? Because that's fucking cute." He teased further, playing with the empty mug and sliding from side to side.
"That's.. pretty fucking deep as far as I'm concerned." He nodded in approval. "You're turning out to be pretty impressive."
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"Seahorses, an' seadragons for that matter, are fascinatin' creatures. They're shitty swimmers but their camouflage an' territoral nature makes them interestin' to watch an' swim with." He huffed at him, gills making a little 'glub' sound as they snapped open close against his neck.
"It is deep, an' whaddya mean I'm turnin' out pretty impressive. I /am/ completely impressive." He smirked, sarcasm and tease in his expression as he leant back in his chair.
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"Or maybe you just like to watch them because they're pretty cute." He snickered, enjoying watching his gills for now. When it came to reactions, Eridan really was interesting. He couldnt quite hide many emotions, so it was also pretty fun to poke fun at him and tease him a little.
"Of course, the most impressive shark kicker around." He retorts with a wide smile. "However, I believe im still more impressive because I can make flawless coffee."
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"There is that too. They curl around my rings an' fingers when I sit still long enough." Eridan was unashamed to admit he made a very un-Ampora-ish noise when it first happened. It was adorable as fuck.
He leaned closer over the table, looking at him over the top of his glasses. "Can you finish drawing a map, with ink an' without makin' a single mistake, while sailin' high seas 'cause a storm caught you off guard?" He sat back with a smirk. "I'll take the title of most impressive, thank you."
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Alright that visual made Dave kinda-very jealous of him for a while, because who doesn't like that. "Wouldn't be surprised if you never came back from there with all of that going for you. Defender of the weak and seahorse lover, it's a good rep to keep."
When he leans closer, he raises a brow slightly, but ends up just smiling. "Of course I can! It's not a big deal or anything, is it?" He mocked light heartedly, shoulders shuffling with slight laughter afterwards
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Eridan smirked at the quick expression that had flitted across Dave's face. "I've contemplated the thought a few times. But sea doesn't have nice beverages made by charmin' rock-pokers, so it's logical for me to stay on land."
"I bet you'd be that one person on a boat who couldn't appreciate storm surfin' 'cause you're barfin' up your lunch over the deck an' sides." He joined in the laughter regardless, louder than Dave and with added fin wiggles.
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It was a few seconds before he could reply, trying to calm down and breath normally again, his cheeks hurting a little from smiling for so long. "That's a nice point, charming rock-pokers are rare to come across. I respect that decision. And honestly? I don't know if I'd be barfing my lunch but I'd probably do some deck-skating because I wouldn't know what the fuck to do." He finally manages to stop laughing, seriously amused at this point. "So can I add pirate to your official title? Because you're making yourself sound like one right now. I don't know in which other occasion you could do that."
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"You'd fall flat on your ass Dave, guarantee it." His fins were still wiggling happily as his laughter dies off. "I guess if you wanted to. What would that make my official title now? An' I'm not makin' myself sound like one. It's just things I do. Storm surfin' isn't a pirate-y thing... Well at least it's not recorded to be by known pirates." He shrugged, tilting his head slightly at him. "Pirates usually anchor at storms. They'd have too much to lose an' have no taste for recreational sailin' in the ways of surfin' storm waves."
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